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When I have refused the throne, Aerys reigned, whom they called the Mad King.

You're Aemon Targaryen.

What happened to your face?

Greyscale.

Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria, to live out your short life with the Stonemen.

Two of my sisters had it. They were covered with it. The acted like animals.

Hide! Hide!

Put him in chains.

You want me alive so you can torture me.

Sansa Stark?

I saw her riding on the East Road with Littlefinger. We'll follow them.

May I introduce my son, Ramsay Bolton.

My Lady.

Welcome home, Lady Stark. The North remembers.

You let a halfwit escape through the crypt.

And Rickon too, the little one.

I told you what would happen if you serve me loyally.

And what would happen if you did not.

Who are you?

Your captor.

You said you're taking me to the queen.

I meant Daenerys Targaryen.

You're the Mother of Dragons. Show your strength.

No one's seen Drogon in weeks. For all I know, he's flown half way across the world.

The Wise Masters ask for the reopening of the fighting pits.

Where slaves fought slaves to the death?

Opening them would show the people of Meereen that you respect their traditions.

Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city together.

(theme music playing)

I'm so sorry, my queen.

He was a good man.

"Barristan the Bold" they called him.

He crossed a continent to serve me.

He was a loyal friend.

And he died in an alley, butchered by cowards who hide behind masks.

We could pull back to the pyramid district,

secure it, and use it as a base from which to operate.

Then we clean the city out,

neighborhood by neighborhood, street by street, until the rats have nowhere left to hide.

I prefer your earlier suggestion.

Round up the leaders of each of Meereen's great families and bring them to me.

But I'm the leader of my family.

No, Your Grace!

I had nothing to do with this.

Your Grace!

(chains rattling)

(dragons snarling)

(chains rattling)

(whimpering)

(men whimpering)

(dragons growling)

(praying quietly)

(Dragon snarling)

(cries out)

(chains rattling)

(screaming)

Don't want to overfeed them.

Tomorrow perhaps.

(dragon screeching)

(men whimpering)

(roaring)

"And though Daenerys maintains her grip on Slaver's Bay, forces rise against her from within and without.

She refuses to leave until the freedom of the former slaves is secure."

She sounds like quite a woman.

And she's alone, under siege, no family to guide her or protect her.

Her last relation thousands of miles away, useless, dying.

Don't say that, Maester Aemon.

A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

Maester Aemon.

Lord Commander.

Sam, I'd like to speak to the maester alone.

How are you feeling?

Oh, like a hundred-year-old man slowly freezing to death.

I need your advice.

There's something I want to do, something I... have to do.

But it'll divide the Night's Watch.

Bitterly.

Half the men will hate me the moment I give the order.

Half the men hate you already, Lord Commander.

Do it.

But you don't know what it is.

That doesn't matter.

You do.

You will find little joy in your command.

But with luck, you will find the strength to do what needs to be done.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow.

Winter is almost upon us.

Kill the boy and let the man be born.

Where are the rest of the free folk now?

Where have they gone?

Who leads them?

They followed Mance.

They won't follow anyone else.

What about you?

Hard to lead when you're in chains.

What if I unchained you?

Why would you do that?

Because you are not my enemy.

And I'm not yours.

You sure seemed like my enemy when you were killing my friends.

For 8,000 years the Night's Watch have sworn an oath to be the shield that guards the realms of men.

And for 8,000 years we've fallen short of that oath.

You belong to the realms of men.

All of you.

And now everything is going to change?

It is.

Why now?

Because now I am Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

What would you have me do, Lord Commander?

I'd have you go north of the Wall.

Gather the remaining free folk wherever they are and bring them back here.

I'll open the gates for them and let them through.

I'll find them lands to settle south of the Wall.

They won't kneel for you and neither will I.

I don't want them to kneel for me.

I want them to fight with me when the time comes.

The day I ask my people to fight with the crows is the day my people cut my guts from my belly and make me eat them.

And how many of your people can't fight?

The women, the children, the old, the sick-- what happens to them?

You're condemning them to death.

Worse than death because you're too proud to make peace.

Or maybe you're not proud.

Maybe you're just a coward.

Easy thing to say to a man in chains.

Your people need a leader.

And they need to get south of the Wall before it's too late.

We don't have much time and they have less.

The walkers are coming and they'll hit your people first.

I'm not asking you to make peace to save your skin.

Make peace to save your people.

Most of them are at Hardhome.

You know where that is?

Up on Storrold's Point.

I can give you 10 horses and nine other men.

You can get there in a week.

We'll need ships.

I'll talk to King Stannis about lending you his fleet.

All right, then.

You're coming with me.

You're the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

They need to hear it from you.

They need to know the ships they are boarding wot be torched in the middle of the sea.

You come with me or I don't go.

(men shouting)

(shouting continues)

You'd bring wildlings here through our gates?

Men, women, and children will die by the thousands if we do nothing.

Let them die. We got our own to worry about.

Less enemies for us.

(Cheering)

Fewer.

What?

Nothing.

Look, well, there is good farmland in the Gift.

(men laughing)

Land that no one uses now.

A dozen abandoned villages.

And why do you think the farmers abandoned those villages?

Because the wildlings raided them for years.

Cut them down!

Just like they did this boy's people.

Men: Aye!

Alliser: We've been fighting them for thousands of years.

They've slaughtered villages.

They've slaughtered our brothers.

And we've slaughtered theirs.

I will follow you anywhere, you know that.

But they killed Grenn.

Men: Yes.

And they killed Pyp.

Men: Aye.

They killed 50 of our brothers.

I can't forget that.

I can't forgive it.

You were at the Fist of the First Men.

If we abandon them, you know what they become.

We can learn to live with the wildlings or we can add them to the army of the dead.

Whatever they are now, they're better than that.

(all arguing)

(pounding at door)

Thank you.

Olly.

If you have something you want to say to me, say it.

It's all right.

You don't mean it, do you?

Telling the wildlings you want to make peace.

You're just doing it to trick them.

It's not a trick.

They burned my village.

They put an arrow through my father's head right in front of me.

They butchered my mother, everyone I ever knew.

I know what it's like to lose the people you love.

I know this is hard for you.

But winter is coming.

We know what's coming with it.

We can't face it alone.

Will there be anything else you need, Lord Commander?

(sighs)

(horse neighs)

(People chatting)

(bird screeching)

(door opens)

(door closes)

She's far away from the Lannisters.

This is her home.

Maybe Lady Sansa is better off here.

Better off with the Boltons who murdered her mother and brother?

Sansa's in danger even if she doesn't realize it.

(door opens)

Thank you.

You've lived here a long time?

Did you know Lord Eddard?

I knew him and his father before him.

The Starks are gone now.

Not all of them.

I know who's inside that castle.

Everyone knows.

The Boltons.

I'm not talking about the Boltons.

I need to get a message to her.

To Sansa Stark.

Who are you?

Someone who swore to keep her safe.

Swore to who?

Her mother.

Her mother's dead.

That doesn't release me from an oath.

I served Lady Catelyn.

I serve her still.

Who do you serve?

Ramsay: Come back here.

Myranda.

I saw you staring at her.

I'm going to marry her.

That will involve looking at her from time to time.

You said you'd marry me.

And I meant it.

When I was a b*st*rd named Snow.

But I'm a Bolton now.

What I want is no longer the primary consideration.

I'm furthering a dynasty.

Do you think she's pretty?

(scoffs) Of course I do.

I'm not blind.

(sighs)

You think she's pretty, too.

I'm looking forward to our wedding night.

But don't worry, I'll have plenty of time for you.

Perhaps I'll marry, too.

(laughs)

You're the kennel master's daughter.

Who are you going to marry, the stable keeper's son?

You're mine.

You're not going anywhere.

Unless I have to listen to more of your jealousy.

Jealousy bores me. You remember what happens to people who bore me.

You're not going to bore me, are you, Myranda?

Never.

(knocking on door)

Beg pardon, my lady.

I've come to refill the wash basin.

Oh, I don't need--

You still have friends in the North.

If you're ever in trouble, light a candle in the highest window of the broken tower.

But who--

You're not alone.

I like your dress.

Who made it for you?

I made it myself.

Really?

Who-- who are you?

I'm Myranda, the kennel master's daughter.

May I?

Oh, wonderful.

The stitching.

Who taught you?

My mother.

I'm sorry for what happened to her.

Thank you.

It's good that she taught you.

It was a gift.

Now every time you wear something you made, you can remember her.

I'd rather have a mother.

I know. It's not the same.

Still, it's good to remember.

Remember the way things were.

I almost forgot.

There's something else to help you remember.

(dogs barking)

Down there at the end.

What is it?

That would spoil the surprise.

(dogs growling)

Go ahead, it's perfectly safe.

You won't believe it when you see it.

(growling continues)

(dogs barking)

(barking continues)

(Chains rattling)

Theon?

You shouldn't be here.

(wind whistling)

You smell particularly ripe this evening.

Pour me some wine.

Do you have something to tell me?

No, my lord.

Reek.

She saw me.

Sansa. Lady Sansa.

She came to the kennels.

She saw you?

Yes. I'm sorry, master.

Forgive me. I didn't think--

Come here.

You mustn't keep secrets from me, Reek.

Get on your knees.

Give me your hand.

I forgive you.

I trust you find your chamber suitable, my lady.

Yes, thank you, my lord.

Allow me.

Mother.

Thank you, Ramsay.

My lady, we are all a family, we northerners.

Our blood ties go back thousands of years.

So I'd like to drink to our wedding.

May our happiness spread from Moat Cailin to the Last Hearth.

To your wedding.

To your wedding.

It must be difficult for you being in a strange place.

This isn't a strange place. This is my home.

It's the people who are strange.

You're right.

Very strange.

More wine, please.

Ramsay: I heard you two had reunited.

A fitting place for it.

I like to imagine that the last time you spoke was in this very room.

Are you still angry with him after he... what he did?

Don't worry.

The North remembers.

I punished him for it.

He's not ironborn anymore.

Not Theon Greyjoy anymore.

He's a new man.

A new person, anyway.

Aren't you, Reek?

Yes, master.

That's his new name-- Reek.

Why are you doing this?

Because Reek has something to say to you.

Don't you, Reek?

An apology.

Apologize to Lady Sansa for what you did.

Apologize for murding her two brothers.

I'm sorry.

Look at her, Reek.

An apology doesn't mean anything if you're not looking the person in the eye.

I'm sorry.

Ramsay: Sorry about what?

For killing your brothers.

There, over and done with.

Doesn't everyone feel better? I do.

That was getting very tense.

Whew.

You know what, my lady?

What with him having murdered your brothers and the rest of your family gone...

Reek here is the nearest thing to living kin that you have left.

Reek.

You will give away the bride.

Someone has to. What better person?

Good? Good?

Yes, yes, very good.

Wonderful.

Walda and I have some good news as well, since we're all together.

We're going to have a baby.

I'm very happy for you.

From the way she's carrying, Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.

Ramsay: How can you be sure?

Sure of what?

That she's pregnant.

I mean... how can you tell?

Maester Wolkan has assured us beyond all doubt.

So how did you manage it?

Manage what?

Getting her pregnant.

I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.

Of course, but how did you... find it?

You disgraced yourself at dinner parading that creature before the Stark girl.

And if it's a boy?

(Chuckles)

You're worried about your position.

My position is quite clear.

I'm your son until a better alternative comes along.

You've never asked me about your mother.

Why would I?

She had me, she died.

And here we are.

She was a peasant girl.

Pretty in a common sort of way.

She was the miller's wife.

Apparently they had married without my knowledge or consent.

So I had him hanged and I took her beneath the tree where he was swaying.

She fought me the whole time.

She was lucky I didn't hang her, too.

A year later she came to my gates with a squalling baby in her arms.

A baby she claimed was mine.

I nearly had her whipped and the child thrown in the river.

But then I looked at you and I saw then what I see now.

You are my son.

Stannis Baratheon has an army at Castle Black.

But he won't stay for long.

He wants the Iron Throne, and the road to King's Landing comes right through Winterfell.

He means to take the North.

But the North is ours.

It's yours and mine.

Will you help me defeat him?

Is this every book there is?

Every book there is?

In the world.

Well, no.

There are thousands and thousands of books out there.

This library is rather small, actually.

Where you grew up, were there more books?

My father's not the most literate man.

They say the Citadel has the largest library in the world.

Where's that?

The Citadel?

In Oldtown.

I'm sorry I don't know things.

Gilly, look at me.

You know how to do a hundred things I can never do.

You can build a fire with wet wood.

You can cook. You can stitch a wound.

I can wash the linens. I can sweep the floor.

Well... - Why does the Citadel have the biggest library?

It's where they train the maesters.

Like Maester Aemon?

I wanted to be one when I was young.

Instead, I became a man of the Night's Watch.

Far more adventure up here anyway.

I wouldn't have met you.

(footsteps)

Ah, Your Grace.

You're Samwell Tarly?

I am, Your Grace.

Your father is Randyll Tarly.

He defeated my brother at the Battle of Ashford.

Only battle Robert ever lost.

I told him he shouldn't go so far west so soon, but he never listened.

Fine soldier, your father.

You don't look like a soldier.

But I'm told you killed a white walker.

I did, Your Grace.

How?

With a dagger made of dragonglass.

Dragonglass?

What the maesters call obsidian.

I know what it is. We have it in Dragonstone.

Why would obsidian kill a walker?

I don't know.

I've been going through all the old manuscripts hoping to find something, and all I've learned is that the children of the forest used to hunt with dragonglass.

The Lady Melisandre told me that death marches on the Wall.

I've seen it, Your Grace.

Seen what?

The army of the dead.

And when they come--

We have to know how to fight them.

Keep reading, Samwell Tarly.

It's time.

Uh, Your Grace.

Wouldn't it be better to wait?

When Jon Snow returns with the wildlings, we could have thousands more men.

If Jon Snow returns with the wildlings.

We can't wait that long.

We have the advantage-- more men, more horses, all fed and rested.

But every day we wait, the odds shift in Bolton's favor.

This could turn to winter at any moment.

We have to act now. Give the order.

We march at sunrise.

I'll choose a dozen men to stay and guard the queen and the princess.

No need. They're coming with us.

It's a tough road ahead, Your Grace.

Won't they be safer--

Here?

Half these watchmen are killers and rapists.

No, they march with us.

As you wish, Your Grace.

(wind howling)

(chatter)

(Horses snorting)

Shireen: Do you think Father will let me go down into the crypt?

Davos: Beg your pardon?

At Winterfell.

All the Kings in the North are buried there.

Bran the Builder and King Dorren and--

First things first. It's a long march ahead.

And then we have to take the castle.

Is there going to be a battle?

Aye, princess, but you won't be anywhere near--

That's enough talk of battle, Ser Davos.

You'll scare the child.

Davos: Yes, my queen.

I'm not scared.

Well, I am.

When the battle comes, promise you'll protect me.

I promise.

I hope you know what you're doing with these wildlings.

I need those ships.

You'll get them back, I swear it.

Have a safe journey, Your Grace.

And thank you.

Man: Mount up!

Colors!

(horses neighing)

(groans)

You're still too weak.

Ser Barristan?

Are you ashamed?

You were ambushed, outnumbered.

There was no way you could have known.

This is not why.

Wounded in war, there is no shame for this.

I am ashamed because when the knife go in and I fall to the ground, I am afraid.

All men fear death.

No, not death.

I fear I never again see Missandei from the Island of Naath.

Now you have given the Masters what they deserve.

If I give everyone what they deserve, I'll have no one left to rule.

Ser Barristan counseled mercy when I took this city right up to the morning he died.

Daario Naharis thinks I should kill the former Masters and let the rest of the city fend for itself.

What do you think?

Your Grace, I think that I am not fit to have an opinion on these matters.

You are as fit as anyone I know.

You know why I'm here.

And you know who will suffer the most if this all falls apart.

So what do you think?

I can only tell you what I have seen, Your Grace.

I have seen you listen to your counselors.

I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you.

And I have seen you ignore your counselors... because there was a better choice.

One that only you could see.

My-- my queen, please do not do this.

What about "valar morghulis"?

I did not want to die a coward.

Apparently I do not want to die at all.

(sniffles)

It takes courage to admit fear.

And to admit a mistake.

I came here to tell you that I was wrong.

I was wrong and you were right.

About tradition.

About bringing the people of this city together.

I will reopen the fighting pits.

To free men only.

Slavery will never return to Meereen, not while I live.

Yes, my queen.

And in order to forge a lasting bond with the Meereenese people, I will marry the leader of an ancient family.

Thankfully a suitor is already on his knees.

Don't worry.

I'll be fine. Nothing broken, I don't think.

Where are we now?

Not the Rhoyne.

Long, sullen silences and an occasional punch in the face.

The Mormont way.

Let's start over.

I apologize for before.

My mouth sometimes runs away from me.

This doesn't have to be an unpleasant trip.

We're going to be spending a lot of time together on the way to Meereen.

We are.

What would make our time together truly enjoyable would be some wine.

No wine.

I am a person who drinks.

People who drink need to keep drinking.

Otherwise, they're not...

I know where we are.

You're taking us through Valyria.

Have you sailed this route before?

You're going to bring Daenerys a souvenir from her ancestral homeland in case I'm not enough?

I think you'll be plenty.

You know what they say.

The Doom still rules Valyria.

What about the demons and the flames?

Aren't you afraid of the Doom?

Jorah: No.

But pirates are.

Tyrion: The Smoking Sea.

How many centuries before we learn how to build cities like this again?

Thousands of years the Valyrians were the best in the world at almost everything.

And then...

And then they weren't.

And then they weren't.

"They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end.

The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies; The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned; Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.

A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned--"

"The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned; The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned."

I would clap.

I suppose this is it, then.

This is what remains.

(water splashes)

What was that?

(rasping)

Stone Men!

Don't let them touch you!

Get behind!

Mormont, cut me free!

Mormont!

(rasping)

(snarls)

Mormont!

Mormont!

(Shouts)

(faintly) Tyrion?

Tyrion.

Tyrion.

Tyrion.

You're all right.

You're heavier than you look.

Did any of them touch you?

I've seen greyscale before, but nothing like that.

I suppose that's why they send them there.

It'd be kinder to put daggers in their hearts and be done with it.

Thank you for saving me.

Of course, I wouldn't have needed saving if you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place.

So what now?

We walk up the coast.

With luck, we'll find a fishing village.

Maybe another boat.

Without luck?

We've got a long walk ahead of us.

I'll get some wood for a fire.

Try to get some rest, huh?

That's the best idea you've had all day.

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 05x04) - Game of Thrones Script, 05x04 - The Sons Of The Harpy

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Is that Estermont?

Tarth, Ser Jaime.

The Sapphire Isle.

Why are we on a merchant ship?

Why no Lannister sails?

This ship's sailing to Oldtown.

We'll get off earlier, not far from Sunspear.

Row ourselves to the Dornish shores in the night.

You ever been to Dorne?

I have.

The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and f*ck, f*ck and fight.

You should be happy to go back.

There's nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for f*cking.

And there's nothing like a fuck-mad Dornish girl to clear your head for the next fight.

It's how the two work together.

And we're gonna do a lot of fighting, I am sure.

Well, I am. But I don't imagine we'll get to stick around for the rest.

Not after we've kidnapped their princess.

We are not kidnapping their princess.

We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family, Your niece?

I've been doing this sort of thing a long time.

I'm good at it.

That's why you're here.

I know.

Why are you here? Why not send 40 of me, or an army?

Unlike most folks, you actually got one.

Because I don't want to start a war.

That still doesn't explain why you're doing it.

It has to be me.

If I'm putting something of a lit together, a one-handed man, who happens to be one of the most recognizable faces in Westeros is not...

It has to be me.

You set your brother free, didn't you?

I bet your sister didn't like that.

Varys set him free.

Well... if you ever see the little fucker, give him my regards.

He murdered my father.

If I ever see him, I'll split him in two.

And then I'll give him your regards.

The Iron Bank has called one tenth of the Crown's debts.

Given the expensive rebuilding of...

How much can the Crown afford?

With winter coming, half what they ask.

Less.

You're the Master of Coin.

How do we pay them?

House Tyrell could front the gold and the... the Crown will pay us back in time, or I'll have words with my daughter.

You've already given us too much.

No, we must arrange better terms with the Iron Bank.

Absolutely.

In person.

We must send an envoy to the Iron Bank, someone of importance, to show these bankers our respect.

As the King's Master of Coin, I can think of no one more qualified.

I will be honored, Your Grace.

The King has expressed concern about his father-in-law's safety on this voyage.

He's ordered Ser Meryn to personally lead your escort.

A valiant Kingsguard?

Please express...

Safe travels, Lord Tyrell.

Of course, of course, I'll give your regards to the Titan of Braavos.

The Small Council grows smaller and smaller.

Not small enough.

May I offer you some wine, Your Holiness?

The old High Septon would have asked the vintage.

I could say that our minds are temples to the Seven and should be kept pure.

But the truth is, I don't like the taste.

How may I serve?

All over Westeros we hear about septs being burned.

Silent sisters raped.

Bodies of holy men piled in the streets.

Wars teach people to obey the sword, not the Gods.

Perhaps the Gods need a sword of their own.

In the days before the Targaryens, the Faith Militant dispensed the justice of the Seven.

Well, the Faith Militant was disarmed more than two centuries ago.

If I explain the holy purpose to my son, the king, I have no doubt he will sign a decree arming the believers you find worthy.

An army that defends the bodies and souls of the common people.

An army and service to the Gods themselves.

And to you, of course.

As the chosen representative of the Seven.

An honor I've never expected.

Or indeed, ever wished for.

Which is why you were chosen.

You and I both know how the world works.

Too often the wicked or the wealthiest be on the reach of justice.

The king himself cannot always punish those who deserve it most.

All sinners are equal before the Gods.

What would you say if I told you we have a great sinner in our own midst?

Shielded by gold and privilege.

May the Father judge him justly.

Help me! Help me!

This is Lord Petyr Baelish's establishment.

Cocksucker!

Boy fucker!

You barbaric filth!

There's a special place in the Seven Hells for your kind.

Please, please, I'll pay!

I'll pay all of you.

Yes, you will!

Seize him.

Get your hands off of me.

Ser Loras of House Tyrell, you have broken the laws of Gods and men.

Who do you think you are?

Justice.

Why is my brother in a cell?

I--I don't know.

I--I didn't order it.

We both know who did.

You told me she was returning to Casterly Rock.

Are you saying my mother is behind this?

She's jealous you're not hers anymore.

Arresting my brother is her revenge.

Aren't you and mother getting along?

Oh, my sweet, sweet King.

Do you have any affection for me at all?

Of course I do.

You're my Queen.

I can't bear to think of my brother locked away in some grimy cell.

I'll set him free for you.

You promise?

I demand that Ser Loras be freed now!

Did I arrest him?

Well, no...

But you armed the Faith Militant.

You gave the High Sparrow an army.

I did.

And your wife has every right to criticize.

Can't allow fanatics to arrest the Queen's brother, no matter his perversions.

Then... can I tell Margaery you'll have Ser Loras released?

I told you I am not holding Ser Loras.

You're the King. I'm sure if you speak to the High Sparrow, he'll release the poor boy.

Halt!

His Holiness is praying. He will not be disturbed.

Give the order and we'll tear out this rebel.

You mean, kill them? Here, in the sept?

You'll be sending them to meet the Gods that they love.

b*st*rd!

You're an abomination!

You're born of sin!

Filthy b*st*rd!

We'll find another way.

Abomination!

My Queen.

There was no way to free Ser Loras without violence.

You're the King of the Andals, the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, the Protector of the Realm.

And you let a band of fanatics imprison your brother by law.

I'm going to speak to the High Sparrow.

Are you? When?

I--I don't know.

You don't know?

He was praying just now.

I have to send word to Grandmother.

Will you come back later?

I need to be wit my family, Your Grace.

Of course.

You think highly of this boy.

Good.

Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

A b*st*rd by some tavern slut.

Perhaps, but that wasn't Ned Stark's way.

I should have given you a son.

Not your fault.

Whose then?

I gave you nothing but weakness.

And deformity.

Those scars mean nothing to the Lord of Light.

My Lady.

Her father is the Lord's chosen King.

And her father's blood runs through her veins.

You march on Winterfell soon.

We must.

To beat the snows.

Once before you put your faith in Ser Davos and left me behind.

I hope you won't make that mistake again.

I won't.

I need you.

You only need faith, my King.

And you, my Lady, what do you need?

To serve my Lord.

Lord Ashford.

Lenny Coalfield.

Lord Smallwood.

Never even heard of these people.

They haven't heard of you either.

But we need men and they have some.

How many men does this Lord *** have to send us?

More than Lord Weebly.

Not him.

Then who?

I'm sorry, but we need men and supplies.

And Roose Bolton is the Warden of...

He murdered my brother.

We swore to be the Watchers on the Wall.

We can't watch the Wall with 50 men.

And we can't get more men without help from the Warden of the North.

Apologies, my Lady.

Lord Commander.

How can I help you?

Come with us when we ride south.

None of us know the castle as well as you do.

Its hidden tunnels, its weaknesses, its people.

Winterfell was your home once.

Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?

Castle Black is my home now.

Night's Watch takes no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms.

There's only one war.

Life against death.

Come.

Let me show what you're fighting for.

You're gonna show me some vision in the fire.

Forgive me, my Lady.

But I don't trust in visions.

No visions.

No magic.

Just life.

Do you feel my heart beating?

This power in you, you resist it, and that's your mistake. Embrace it.

The Lord of Light made us male and female.

Two parts of a greater whole.

You're not joining this power.

Power to make life, power to make light, and power to cast shadows.

I don't think Stannis would like that very much.

Then we shouldn't tell him.

I can't.

I swore a vow.

I loved another.

The dead don't need lovers.

Only the living.

I know.

But I still love her.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Are you lonely?

Just bored.

My father used to tell me that boredom indicates a lack of inner resources.

Were you bored a lot, too?

I know Castle Black is no place for a child.

I like it.

I thought I'd be left at home.

I know mother didn't want to bring me.

Why do you say that?

She told me "I don't want to bring you."

She shouldn't have said that.

Are you ashamed of me, father?

When you were an infant, the Dornish trailer landed on Dragonstone.

His goods were junk except for one wooden doll.

He'd even sewn a dress on it in the colors of our House.

No doubt he'd heard of your birth.

And assumed new fathers were easy targets.

I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle.

You pressed it to your cheek.

By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late.

I was told you would die.

Or worse.

The grayscale would go slow.

Let you grow just enough to know the world before taking it away from you.

Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria to live out your short life with the Stone men, before the sickness spread to the castle.

I told them all to go to hell.

I called in every maester on this side of the world.

Every healer, every apothecary.

They stopped the disease and saved your life.

Because you did not belong across the world with the bloody Stone men.

You are the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon.

And you are my daughter.

I thought I might find you here.

Your Aunt Lyanna.

My father never talked about her.

Sometimes I'd find him down here, lighting the candles.

They say she was beautiful.

I saw her once.

I was a boy, living with your mother's family.

Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhal.

Everyone was there.

The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon, and Lyanna. She was already promised to Robert.

You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere, with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men, tilting at the lists.

The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen.

When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for the prince.

I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and they saw that silver hair.

How handsome he was.

Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died.

I've never seen so many people so quiet.

He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap.

Blue was frost.

How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?

Yes, he chose her.

And then he kidnapped her and raped her.

Come.

Let's speak somewhere the dead can't hear us.

Dressed for riding?

Where are you going?

King's Landing.

King's Landing?

Cersei sent for me.

We must not let her sniff out any trouble.

You can't leave me here.

I know how hard it is to live with people you despise, believe me.

But it won't be for long.

How do you know?

Stannis Baratheon garrisons at Castle Black.

He'll march south to King's Landing before the winter snows block his way.

But first, he has to take Winterfell.

You don't know that.

Once he liberates these lands from the Boltons he'll rally your father's bannermen to his cause.

With the North behind him, Stannis can finally take the Iron Throne.

You think he'll defeat the Boltons?

He has a larger army.

He's the finest military commander in Westeros.

A betting man would put his money on Stannis.

As it happens, I am a betting man.

And if you're right?

Stannis takes Winterfell, he rescues you from the most despised family in the North.

Grateful for your late father's courageous support for his claim, he names you Wardeness of the North.

But I... I wouldn't...

Wardeness of the North...

You are the last surviving Stark.

He needs you.

What if you're wrong?

What if Stannis never attacks Winterfell, or he does and the Boltons defeat him?

Then you will this Bolton boy, Ramsay, and make him yours.

I don't know how to do that.

Of course you do.

He's already fallen for you.

His father frightens me.

He should, he's a dangerous man.

But even the most dangerous men can be outmaneuvered.

And you learned to maneuver from the very best.

I return before too long.

You'll be strong without me.

The North will be yours.

Do you believe me?

I expect I'll be a married woman by the time you return.

Breakfast.

That would have been a sh1t way to die.

As far as I've seen, they're all shot way to die.

Aye. But y'all ought to give the singers a good ending.

I don't care what's sung about me when I'm dead.

Two knights, off to rescue a princess.

Sounds like a good song to me.

Sounds like all the rest.

What about you? What sh1t way would you choose?

In my own keep, drinking my own wine, watching my son gravel from a fortune.

How disappointing. I thought you'd have something more exciting planned.

I've had an exciting life. I want my death to be boring.

How do you want to go?

In the arms of the woman I love.

She want the same thing?

Let's go.

The captain to that ship...

What was he, Braavosi?

Pentoshi.

And he's headed to Oldtown.

As I said.

What's to stop him from docking down the coast and telling the locals that Jaime Lannister's in Dorne?

A bag of gold.

I'm not sure you understand how much people hate your family in this part of the world.

It was a heavy bag.

And I bet he swore all kinds of oaths to get it.

But you won't be around if he breaks them.

How many you count?

Four.

How many you think you can take?

One, if he's slow.

Halt!

f*cked in the arse.

Hiya!

Morning, lads.

Glad we found you.

Who are you?

Cooper.

This is Darnell.

You're from King's Landing.

Accent gave you away?

Flea Bottom.

Whelped and whipped.

Why are you here?

Our ship capsized in the night.

We managed to swim ashore.

It was a near thing, really.

I thought the sharks would get us.

There are no sharks in Dorne.

I could have sworn those were shark fins.

Dolphins maybe.

Throw your swords in the sand.

Boys, there's no need for this.

Just, point us in the right direction.

We'll find our way home.

Swords in the sand!

That one should be slow enough.

Nice move!

Luck.

You had a wonderful teacher.

Always wanted a Dornish stallion.

Beasts can run a day and night without tiring.

We'll ride to the Water Gardens with a nice breeze in our face.

But first we need to bury these bodies.

Birds have to eat too.

Corpses raise questions, questions raise armies.

We're not here to start a war.

Do you know how long it will take us to dig all those holes?

I can't dig very well with one hand.

Not at all, really.

Nama...

Nym, Obara.

Will it be war?

Prince Doran will weep for your father, but nothing else.

We must avenge Oberyn ourselves.

Without Doran we have no army to march against the Lannisters.

We don't need an army to start a war.

Queen Cersei loves her children.

...and we have one of them.

We may have a problem.

A ship's captain, who found me in Planky Town, claiming he had information to sell.

He told me he smuggled Jaime Lannister into Dorne.

He's come for Myrcella.

If he gets to her before we do, we lose our only chance for revenge.

You must choose...

Doran's way and peace, or my way... and war.

I'm with you. Always.

Obara?

When I was a child, Oberyn came to take me to court.

I'd never seen this man, and yet he called himself my father.

My mother wept, said I was too young, and a girl.

Oberyn tossed his spear at my feet and said "Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the Gods let us choose our weapons."

My father pointed to the spear, and then to my mother's tears.

I made my choice long ago.

Thank you.

Who are you?

Your captor.

Do you have wine?

I can't sleep without wine.

Then stay awake.

You're going the wrong way.

My sister's in Westeros.

Westeros...is west!

We're heading east...

I'm not taking you to your sister.

You said you were taking me to the Queen.

Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

She's the Queen I serve.

What a waste of a good kidnapping.

So happens I was heading there myself!

What business would you have with the Queen?

Gold and glory?

Oh, and hate.

If you've ever met my sister, you'd understand.

So... now that it's clear we're on the same side.

A high born knight from the North of Westeros, down on his luck in Essos.

Dragon epaulettes?

Bear sigil breast plate.

You're Jorah Mormont.

I have to ask... how, exactly, were you serving your Queen in a whore house, half a world away?

Is it possible, that you were running?

Why would you be running?

And why would she have sent you away?

Oh, wait!

You were spying on her, weren't you?

It's all coming back to me!

I was drunk through most of the Small Council meetings, but it's all coming back.

You passed notes to Varys's little birds.

She found out, didn't she?

Found out, and exiled you.

And now you hope to win back her favor with a gift.

A risky scheme...

One might even say, desperate.

Do you think Daenerys would execute me, and pardon you?

I'd say the reverse is just as likely.

Everyone looks happy enough from up here.

What?

I was thinking of all the times your brother made me go with him down from the Red Keep, into the streets of King's Landing.

He liked to walk among the people, he liked to sing to them.

He sang to them?

Rhaegar would take a spot on the Hook or the Street of Seeds and he'd sing.

Just like all the other minstrels.

And what did you do?

I made sure no one killed him.

And... I collected the money.

Well... he liked to see how much he could make.

He was good?

He was very good.

Viserys never told you?

He told me Rhaegar was good at killing people.

Rhaegar never liked killing.

He loved singing.

And what did you do with the money?

Well, one time, we gave it to the next minstrel down the street.

One time, he gave it to an orphanage in Flea Bottom.

One time... we got horribly drunk.

Your Grace.

Hizdahr is here, waiting in the audience chamber.

How many others are there?

Fifty... a hundred.

Will you be joining us, Ser Barristan?

I think I can protect you from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

I think I can protect me from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

Go, Ser Barristan.

Sing a song for me.

Your Grace.

All men must die.

But not all can die in glory.

Glory?

Why else do men fight?

Why did your ancestors cross the Narrow Sea and conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

So their names would live on.

Those who find victory in the fighting pits, will never become kings... but their names will live on.

It's the best chance they'll ever have.

Is that what you used to tell men before you set them to butchering each other for sport?

Your Grace, today is the traditional start of the fighting season.

I do not recognize this tradition.

Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city... your city, together.

Without them, former slaves and former masters have nothing in common.

Nothing but centuries of mistrust and resentment.

I can't promise this is the answer to all our problems... but it's a start.

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05x03 - High Sparrow

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

I've been sweeping this floor for days.

Good.

I didn't come here to sweep floors.

No? Why come than?

You said that I could be your apprentice.

You said you'd teach me how to a Faceless Man.

A man teaches a girl.

Valar dohaeris. All men must serve.

Faceless men, most of all.

I want to serve.

A girl wants to serve herself.

Here we serve the Many-Faced God, to serve well.

A girl must become no-one.

Which one is the Many-Faced God?

I see the Stranger, I see the Drowned God, I see the Weirwood Face.

There is only one god.

A girl knows his name.

And no man know his gift.

Where are they taking him?

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

I'm his, and he's mine.

I'm hers, and she's mine.

From this day until the end of my days.

From this day until the end of my days.

Did I hurt you?

No. You were lovely.

It all happened so fast.

I was scared maybe I hurt you, it sounded like...

No, no, no... you're very sweet.

The sweetest king who ever lived.

This is what I want to do all day, every day for the rest of my life.

Wouldn't that be glorious?

Shouldn't we rest a little while?

Just to catch our breath, there's no rush, is there?

Of course not.

Are you hungry?

Shall I have them bring you some cake or pomegranate juice...?

No, I'm fine...

I just want you all to myself.

I want to know everything there is to know about King Tommen First of His Name.

King Tommen... it still sounds strange to me.

Does Queen Margaery sound strange to you?

So strange. Husband.

Wife.

Sometimes it feels odd.

I'm the king, I've married the most beautiful woman in the world, and it's all because my brother died.

I understand.

But it's no your fault, you know that, don't you?

You mustn't feel guilty.

I don't feel guilty. That's what's odd.

Do you like to sail?

I love to sail.

I do, too.

I think we're going to be very happy, you and I.

I do, too.

Living in a tower so high, it touches the clouds.

Of course my grandmother couldn't wait to go home.

The capital is not for everyone, I suppose.

Does your mother like it here?

I don't think so.

She told me never to trust anyone in King's Landing.

It's so wonderful to have her watching over you.

A lioness guiding her cub.

Well, but I'm a man now.

You are.

And the king.

But you'll always be her baby-boy.

I suppose.

I adore how she has always been so generous with me, so kind.

And the horror she's had to endure.

Losing her husband, her eldest child and her father.

It's no wonder she's so protective of you.

She'll never let you out of her sight.

You're very much in love.

The first days of marriage are often so blissful.

She's certainly very pretty, isn't she?

Like a doll, she smiles quite a lot.

Do you think she's intelligent? I can't quite tell.

Not that it matters.

Do you ever miss Casterly Rock?

There's nothing for me in Casterly Rock.

That's where you grew up.

You always told me that you liked the people there better.

You said that King's Landing smelled of horse dung and sour milk.

Why are we speaking of Casterly Rock?

The way that you talked about it...

I always thought that you missed it.

That you... That it was your real home.

This is my real home now.

Where my family lives.

I want you to be happy, mother.

I know that.

I know you do, my sweet boy.

But wouldn't you be happier in Casterly Rock?

I said, "Darling, surely 4 times is enough, are you trying to set a new record?"

And he said, "Well, what is the record? I'm sure we can break it."

Mother.

Welcome.

Well don't you look lovely.

Marriage agrees with you.

Can we bring you anything to eat or drink?

I wish we had some wine for you. It's a bit early in the day for us.

No, no, I...I can't stay.

I just wanted to let you know if... there is ever anything I can do for you.

You are very sweet.

Tommen seems quite taken with his new queen.

I absolutely adore him.

You raised a gallant young man.

I'm forever grateful.

Good.

Good.

I'm glad to hear you're happy.

Ecstatic. I really am.

Exhausted, to be honest, but what can I expect, he is half lion, half stag.

I'll leave you to it then.

Oh, forgive me, I haven't been at Court for long, I get so confused.

What's the proper way to address you now?

Queen Mother or Dowager Queen?

There's no need for such formalities.

In any event, judging from the King's enthusiasm, the Queen Mother will be a Queen Grandmother soon.

That'll be a lovely day.

Imagine the celebrations.

They'll ring the bells all day and night.

Remember.

Anything you need.

We can't hold the North with terror alone.

You can't hold the North if you let these lesser lords insult us.

I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.

Lord *** refused to pay.

He said the Warden of the North will always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he kissed a traitor's boot.

You left him no choice.

I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother.

I made his son watch.

The new Lord *** paid his taxes.

I have something important to tell you.

Stop eating and listen.

We don't have enough men to hold the North if the other Houses rise up against us.

Do you understand that?

Our pact with the Lannisters...

I had a pact with Tywin Lannister.

Tywin Lannister is dead.

The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away dealing with that fact.

They've never once in the history of the Seven Kingdoms sent their army this far north.

If you think they will for us, you're a fool.

We become a great House by entering in alliances with other Houses, and parleying those alliances into greater power.

Now the best way to forge a lasting alliance isn't by peeling a man's skin off, the best way is marriage.

Now that you're a Bolton by royal decree, it's time you married a suitable bride.

And as it happens, I found the perfect girl to solidify our hold in the North.

That's Moat Cailin.

A bit shabby, isn't it?

You've been here before.

On our way down to King's Landing, with my father and Arya and...

Where are you taking me?

Home.

The Boltons have Winterfell.

The marriage proposal...It wasn't for you?

Roose Bolton murdered my brother. He betrayed my family!

He did.

He serves the Lannisters.

For now.

I won't go.

Winterfell is your home.

Not anymore.

Always. You're a Stark.

Dyeing your hair doesn't change that. You're Sansa Stark.

The eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark.

Your place is in the North.

I can't marry him. You can't make me.

He's a traitor. A murderer.

You're not marrying Roose Bolton.

No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay.

One day he'll be Warden of the North and...

Sansa...

No, you can't make me.

I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.

I won't force you to do anything.

Don't you know by now how much I care for you?

Say the word and we turn the horses round, but listen to me.

Listen.

You've been running all your life.

Terrible things happened to your family and you weep.

You sit alone in a dark room, mourning their fates.

You've been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father.

Stop being a bystander, you hear me? Stop running.

There's no justice in the world.

Not unless we make it.

You loved your family.

Avenge them.

How do we get through there?

We don't.

We go around.

It sets miles out of the way.

We'll lose sight of them.

Doesn't matter.

I know where they're going.

Don't you get a bit old for a squire?

How did you end up squiring for the Imp?

He hates that nickname.

Well, he's not here to complain about it, is he?

I squired for a knight name Ser Lorimer during the War of the Five Kings.

One night, he had a bit too much to drink.

And he was famished, so he borrowed a ham.

He borrowed it?

He wasn't a thief.

He was drunk and hungry and he wasn't thinking.

I was drunk too.

He gave me half the ham.

Next morning, one of the guards saw him passed out, under a wagon, with the ham bone still in his hand.

They hanged the man after noon.

They tied the noose for me too, but Lord Tywin heard my family name was Payne, so he pardoned me, and sent me to King's Landing to squire for his son.

Punishment?

For both of you.

It didn't seem that way.

Lord Tyrion was always very good to me.

I guess all of your lords were very kind to you.

All except me.

Sorry you have to squire such a nasty person.

I'm not sorry. You're the best fighter I've ever seen.

You beat The Hound.

I'm proud to be your squire.

I'm sorry I'm always snapping at you.

If you wouldn't snap at me I wouldn't learn anything.

You want to be a knight, Pod?

Starting tomorrow, we'll train with the sword twice a day, before we ride in the morning and after we camp for the evening.

And I'm going to show you how to ride properly.

Thank you.

I can't knight you, but I can teach you how to fight.

I suppose that's more important.

You weren't a knight, but you were a Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon, weren't you?

I was.

Lord Tyrion said he was a good man.

He was.

But how did you end up serving Renly?

When I was a girl, my father held a ball.

I'm his only living child, so he wants to make a good match for me.

He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth.

I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom.

And it was wonderful.

None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was.

The shaft each other and threatened to duel if they thought it was their turn to dance.

Whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles.

My father smiled at me and I smiled at him.

I'd never been so happy.

Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering.

And then they all started to laugh, they couldn't keep the game going any longer.

They were toying with me.

Brienne the Beauty, they called me. Great joke.

And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive.

A great lumbering beast.

I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms.

Don't let them see your tears, he told me.

The nasty little sh1ts, nasty little sh1ts aren't worth crying over.

He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word.

And he was the king's brother after all.

But...wasn't he...

Lord Tyrion said he was...

Yes, Pod, he liked men, I'm not an idiot.

He didn't love me, he didn't want me, he danced with me because he was kind and he wouldn't see me hurt.

He saved me from being a joke.

From that day until his last day.

And I couldn't save him in return.

Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.

One day, I will avenge King Renly.

But you said a shadow murdered him.

How do you fight a shadow?

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

I know it was Stannis.

I know it in my heart.

Stannis is a man, not a shadow.

And a man... can be killed.

Lord Commander.

Your Grace.

I'd like to speak alone.

Ollie is my steward now, as I was Lord Commander Mormont's.

I want him to attend my meetings, to learn from men with experience.

One day, he might command.

Very well. Have you considered my offer?

I have.

And I thank you for it. You do me great honor.

All my life I wanted to be Jon Stark.

Say the word and you will be.

But I have to refuse you.

I'm Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

My place is here.

I'm giving you a chance to avenge your family.

Take back the castle where you grew up.

To rule the North.

I wish I could fight beside you.

Believe me, I do.

But I swore a sacred vow at the Godswood.

I pledged my life to the Night's Watch.

You're as stubborn as your father.

And as honorable.

I can imagine no higher praise.

I didn't mean it as praise.

Honor got your father killed.

But if your mind is made up, I won't try to persuade you.

Can I ask Your Grace how long you plan to stay at Castle Black?

Are you bored of us already?

You saved us from Mance Rayder's army.

We will never forget that.

But it's a question of survival.

Night's Watch can't continue to feed your men and the wildling prisoners indefinitely.

Mm, winter is coming.

I know it.

We march on Winterfell within a fortnight.

Before the snows trap us here.

And the wildlings?

They'd rather burn than fight for me, so be it.

I leave their fate to you.

You could execute them, that's the safest course.

Or you could see if this Tormund fellow is more willing to compromise than Mance ever was.

I assume the brothers of the Night's Watch would rather see the wildlings dead.

Most of the brothers, yes.

There's little love for the free folk here.

You're Lord Commander.

Your decision.

You have many enemies in Castle Black.

Have you considered sending Alliser Thorne elsewhere?

Give him command of Eastwach-by-the-Sea.

I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.

Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.

He sees something in you.

Might not be apparent from his tone, but it's the truth. He believes in you.

I'm sorry I disappointed him.

The king is a complicated man.

But he wants what's right for the Seven Kingdoms.

As long as he's ruling them.

He's the one true king.

He has the blood right to that throne.

I sworn to stay clear of the politics of the Seven Kingdoms.

Have you now?

How does the Night's Watch vow go again?

I bet you've got it memorized since you got here.

Night gathers and now my watch begins...

Not that bit, the bit at the end.

I'm the sword in the darkness, the watcher on the walls, the shield that guards the realm of men.

I pledge my life...

Okay, that's enough.

Shield that guards the realm of men.

That's what you swore to be.

Now I'm not a learned man, the best way of helping the most people might not be sitting in a frozen castle at the edge of the world.

It just might mean wading in the muck and getting your boots dirty and doing what needs to be done.

And what needs to be done?

As long as the Boltons rule the North, the North will suffer.

Just one man's opinion.

What do you want?

Who are you?

What?

You, who walk in here with a coin you never earned, whose value you do not respect.

Who are you?

No one. Ou! c**t!

A lie, a sad little lie.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm no...

Do that again and...

Who are you?

You're about to find out.

What are you doing?

We're only playing.

The game of faces.

That girl is not ready.

Clearly not.

I am ready.

For what?

For every you want to be a Faceless Man.

To be no one.

Whose sword is that?

It belongs to Arya Stark.

Arya Stark's sword, Arya Stark's clothes, Arya Stark's stolen silver.

A man wonders how is it that no one came to be surrounded by Arya Stark's things?

What do you do with them after you wash them?

Open gates!

Hold up!

Lady Sansa, welcome.

Lord Bolton.

May I introduce my son, Ramsay Bolton?

It's an honor to meet you.

I'll bring you a bowl of hot water.

You must want to wash.

Thank you.

Welcome home, Lady Stark.

The North remembers.

Maester Aemon?

He apologizes for not being here.

He's not feeling well.

Take good care of him.

I will drink it then.

He'll lose.

As you all know too well, it's long past time to dig a new latrine pit.

First Builder Yarwyck and I have decided to appoint a latrine captain to oversee this crucial task.

Brian.

It seems like a good job for a ginger.

Ser Alliser.

You have more experience than any other soldier at Castle Black.

You proved your valour many times over by defending the Wall from the wildling attack.

I name you First Ranger.

Lord Janos.

I'm giving you command of Greyguard.

Greyguard is a ruin.

Yes, the fort is in a sorry state.

Restore it as best you can.

First Builder Yarwyck can spare...

I was charged with the defense of King's Landing when you were soiling your swaddling clothes.

Keep your ruin.

Alright, alright.

Enough of that.

You mistake me, my Lord.

That was a command, not an offer.

Pack your arms and armour, say your farewells, and ride for Greyguard.

I will not go meekly off to freeze and die.

Give it to one of the fools who cast a stone for you.

I will not have it.

You hear me, boy?

I will not have it!

You refusing to obey my order?

You can stick your order up your b*st*rd arse.

Take Lord Janos outside.

Ollie, bring me my sword.

You cannot do this!

Get your hands off me!

You're scum! All of you!

The boy thinks he can frighten me?

He's mistaken, yes, very mistaken.

A disgrace!

I have friends, important friends in the capital!

You'll see!

If you have any last words, my Lord... now is the time.

I was wrong. You're the Lord Commander!

We all serve you. I'm sorry. Not only for this, for all I've done and said.

I was wrong!

My Lord, please, mercy! Mercy!

I'll go! I will!

Please.

I'm afraid.

I've always been afraid.

You have served us well, my son.

Thank you, Father!

Which of the Seven will you worship today?

The Maiden...where is the Maiden?

And the Stranger.

Two is extra, you realize...

Yes, yes.

What are you doing?

This establishment belong to Lord Petyr Baelish. You can't...

You have profaned our Faith.

The Faith of our fathers and forefathers.

I am the High Septon of the...

You are a sinner.

And you shall be punished.

Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Repent!

Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Shame on you! Sinner!

Sinner!

Your Grace, Grandmaester, Lord Tyrell...

Uh, it doesn't matter.

As the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven I give voice to the will of the Gods and I am their foremost servant in this world.

An insult to me is an insult to the Gods.

An assault on my person is an assault on our very religion.

You were assaulted?

I was.

By those fanatics who call themselves sparrows.

And they humiliated me, they... they beat me, they left me naked and bleeding on the cobblestones.

I am lucky to be alive.

I heard this all began in Littlefinger's brothel.

High Septon, this is a rather shocking thing to hear.

I tend to both the highest born and the lowliest amongst us.

Even prostitutes may earn the mercy of the Mother.

So you were administering to the needs of these devout prostitutes?

A man's private affairs ought to stay private.

What do you want from us, High Septon?

Justice!

I ask that you protect our Faith by arresting these criminals and throw them in the black cells.

I ask that you execute their leader, the so-called High Sparrow.

He's a threat to everything we hold sacred.

If he goes unpunished...

And where do I find this man?

This High Sparrow?

I don't think this is a good idea, Your Grace.

Nonsense, Ser Meryn. These are deeply religious people.

Where can I find the High Sparrow?

Seven blessings...

Thank the Gods.

Just a little more.

Thank you for the soup.

The young man said I would find the High Sparrow back here. Where is he?

High Sparrow?

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

Like Lord Duckling, or King Turtle.

So, it's meant to...

We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us.

The notion that we are all equal in the eyes of Seven doesn't sit well with some so they belittle me.

Seven blessings to you.

Seven blessings to you, my dear.

It's only a name, quite an easy burden to wear.

Far easier than hers.

Why no shoes?

Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more.

We all do that.

It stops us from forgetting who we really are.

Is that why you came to King's Landing?

To remind everyone?

Everyone? I have a hard time reminding myself.

Well, I tell them no one's special.

They think I'm special for telling them so.

Perhaps they're right.

It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it?

The Gods sent you here to tempt me?

I hope not.

I'd assumed you'd only come here to arrest me.

For that incident with the High Septon.

An unacceptable way to treat the chosen representative of the Gods in this world, wouldn't you say?

Hypocrisy is a boil.

Lancing a boil is never pleasant.

Although, they could have been more careful with the blade.

The High Septon came to speak to me today.

He doesn't want me to arrest you, he wants me to execute you.

I wouldn't presume to know your thoughts on the matter.

My thoughts on the matter align with your own.

The High Septon's behaviour was corosive, as was his attitude.

Having a man like that reside in the Sept eats away the Faith from the inside.

So now he resides in the Red Keep's dungeons instead.

The Faith and the Crown are the two pillars that hold up this world.

If one collapses, so does the other.

You must do everything necessary to protect one another.

Your Grace.

Send a message to Littlefinger in the Eyrie or wherever he's slythering about.

At once, Your Grace.

How's your work coming along?

Very well.

You've made progress?

More than I've expected.

Still a way to go, but...

Very good. I'll leave you to it then.

Make sure Littlefinger is clear on the meaning of the word "immediate".

Shh...

Easy, friend.

Come on, children.

She really is lovely.

I hope I can make her happy.

I hope so too.

I've become quite fond of Lady Sansa during our travels together.

She suffered enough.

I'll never hurt her.

You have my word.

I've heard very little about you.

Which makes you quite a rare thing, as lords go.

I haven't been a lord very long.

I was a b*st*rd.

And you're not anymore.

Allow me a moment alone with Lord Baelish.

Yes, father. And thank you, Lord Baelish.

I'm forever in your debt.

He seems pleased.

Shouldn't he be?

I assure you she's still a virgin.

Tyrion never consumated the marriage. By the law of the land, she's no man's wife.

Inspect her, if you must.

I leave that to the brothel keeper.

It's her name I need, not her virtue.

I have delivered everything I've promised.

And you prepared for the consequences.

When the Lannisters hear I've wed Sansa Stark to Ramsay.

The Lannister name doesn't mean what it once did.

Tywin is dead.

He kept his house in power through sheer will.

Without him, Jaime has one hand and no allies, Tommen is a soft boy, not a king to fear.

The Queen will be enraged.

Queen Margaery adores Sansa.

Cersei is Queen Mother, a title whose importance wanes with each passing day.

You noticed, still as friends men in important places, whom she can ask for favours.

A message for you, from Cersei Lannister.

A rider arrived from Eyrie, shortly before dawn.

Apparently, she thinks you're still in the Vale.

A message for me, you say.

Strange that the seal is broken.

I'm sure you understand my position, Lord Baelish.

If you received word in the night from the Queen Mother, it does make me question our new alliance.

Lannisters made you one of the great lords of Westeros.

Yet, here you are in the North, undermining them.

Why gamble with your position?

Every ambitious move is a gamble.

You gambled when you drove a dagger into Robb Stark's heart.

It appears that your gamble paid off.

You're Warden of the North.

I had Tywin Lannister backing.

Who supports me now? You?

The Eyrie is mine.

The last time the lords of the Eyrie formed an alliance with the lords of the North, they brought down the greatest dynasty this world has ever known.

I'd like to borrow one of your birds.

Cersei will expect a reply.

I'd like to read the reply.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

Volantis is a large city.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

The likelihood of you being spotted here increases a hundred fold.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

I'm not sure how many new ways I can find of saying this.

I will not be of any use to Daenerys Targaryen if I lose my mind.

I can't remember the last face I saw that wasn't yours.

It's a perfectly good face.

I'm losing my mind.

If anyone recognizes you, you'll lose more than...

Look, we are thousands of miles from Westeros.

What am I?

One more drunk dwarf.

We have to go now. Come on.

Hold it, hold it!

Slaves.

The Volantene masters are very organized.

Flies for dung shovelers.

Hammers for builders.

Tears for whores.

Lest they forget.

We should keep moving.

The only red priest we had in King's Landing was Thoros of Myr.

This one's much better looking.

Stone men.

Good luck stopping this spread of grayscale with prayer.

You'd have better luck dancing away the plague.

We're going to meet the Saviour.

You should have told me.

Who doesn't want to meet the Saviour?

Come on.

Let's find a brothel.

It's even better luck to suck a dwarf's cock.

See? We blend right in.

Just two more travellers, mad with lust.

Thank you.

Curious hair.

The Mother of Dragons.

It appears you're not the only Targaryen supporter.

Someone who inspires priests and whores is worth taking seriously.

What makes you ***?

The magic.

Well, she's taken.

Where're you going?

I need to speak to someone with hair.

Hello?

Hello.

You've got no drink.

You've got no money.

Do I look like a man without money?

Never trust looks.

Until quite recently, I was one of the richest men in the world.

But who needs wealth when you can make a woman laugh?

I always pay my debts, I'm well known for it.

You like her?

They all like her.

They all want to f*ck a queen.

Because they never met a queen.

You're just saying that.

You know how to spot a liar.

If I could pick any girl here, I would pick you.

Because you have a skeptical mind.

Alright, then. I'm warning you. You're gonna have to wash you first.

Come on.

I'm...I'm sorry, I can't.

Of course you can.

You're shy.

I'm not.

Have another drink.

Gladly, but this, I can't do.

Believe me, no one is more shocked than I am.

I hope it passes.

What will I do in my spare time?

Go for a piss, let it stopped No need to worry, I was just... Oh...

I thought you were someone else.

Show is almost over.

I'm sure the girls inside will be happy to oblige.

You made some kind of mistake. Why don't you tell me what you think you are doing and...

I'm taking you to the Queen.

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In old times, whenever Braavos stood in danger, the Titan would step with fire in its eyes, wade into the sea and smash the enemies.

It's just a statue.

Haha. Don't be afraid. He's announcing our arrival.

I'm not afraid.

The House of Black and White.

This is where you'll find the man you seek.

Here, I leave you.

Thank you for bringing me.

Any man in Braavos would have done the same.

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

Hello.

Valar morghulis.

Jaqen H'ghar gave me this.

No one here by that name.

Please!

I've crossed the narrow sea. I have nowhere else to go.

You have everywhere else to go.

But wait!

Cersei...Walder Frey...

The Mountain...Meryn Trant.

Cersei...Walder Frey...

The Mountain...Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant...

Must be good food if it's crowded.

Before we left, a maester gave you a raven's scroll.

You are becoming an observant young lady.

My mother used to say "dog weakens dog's words".

An old saying. Inaccurate in this case.

So it's good news.

My marriage proposal has been accepted.

I thought you still mourned the death of my beloved Aunt Lysa.

I'll have some.

My Lady...

What is it?

Sansa Stark. Don't look!

You sure?

She's dyed her hair, but it's her.

She's sitting with Petyr Baelish.

Littlefinger?

A bunch of knights with them.

Bunch? Bunch...Six? Twenty?

Ten, I think. Too many.

My Lady, I don't think this is...

Ready the horses!

We only have one horse.

Find more!

Do you like the taste?

Don't see what all the fuss is about.

Why do men love it so much?

It gives some men courage.

Does it give you courage?

That's far enough.

Lord Baelish.

Lady Sansa.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We've met, with Renly Baratheon.

What did he say about you?

He said, Your loyalty came free of charge.

Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.

Lady Sansa.

Before your mother's death, I was her sworn sword.

I gave my word I will find you and protect you.

I will shield your back and keep your counsel, and give my life for you if needs be.

I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.

Please, lady Brienne.

No need for such formality.

You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword.

I was.

Strange.

I knew Cat since the time we were children. She never mentioned you.

It was after Renly's murder.

Ah, yes.

You were accused of killing him.

I tried to save him.

But you were accused.

By men who did not see what happened.

And what did happen?

He was murdered by a shadow.

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

A shadow?

With a face?

This woman swore to protect Renly, she failed.

She swore to protect your mother, she failed.

Why would I want somebody with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?

Why would you have any saying in her affairs?

Because I am her uncle.

I married her Aunt Lysa shortly before my beloved's untimely death.

We're family now. And you are an outsider.

Forgive me, Lady Brienne.

But experience has made me wary of outsiders.

Lady Sansa... if we can have a word alone...

Please, my Lady, if I can explain...

I saw you at Joffrey's wedding... bowing to the king.

Neither of us wanted to be there.

Sometimes we don't have a choice.

And sometimes we do.

You should leave.

We don't want our new friend wandering the countryside alone.

The roads in these parts aren't safe.

Why don't you stay?

I'm gonna ask you to stay.

Stop! Stop! After him!

Podrick!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

That's a good boy. Come on.

Come on!

No, no, no, stop!

Guess that means you're unarmed.

Don't! Put that down!

Podrick?

Yes, my Lady?

You can stand now.

Yes, my Lady.

Sansa Stark?

Wary of strangers, as she should be.

I saw her riding on the Eastroad with Littlefinger.

We'll follow them.

My Lady... if both Stark girls refused your service, maybe you're released from your vow.

I swore to their mother I would protect those girls.

They don't want your protection.

You think she's safe with Littlefinger?

No, my Lady.

Get your horse.

A summons from the Queen.

There are only two like it in the world.

The one I'm wearing and the one I gave to Myrcella.

It's a threat.

Of course it's a threat.

Our daughter is alone in Dorne surrounded by people who hate our family.

It's a threat, No note?

They blame us for the death of Oberyn and his sister.

And every other tragedy that has befallen their accursed country.

I will burn their cities to the ground if they touch her.

Softer.

What?

Not so loud.

Our daughter is in danger and you're worried I am speaking too loudly?

No one can know she's our daughter.

Then don't call her your daughter.

You've never been a father to her.

If I was a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the streets.

And what has your caution brought?

Our eldest child murdered at his own wedding, our only daughter shipped off to Dorne, our baby boy set to marry that smirking whore from Highgarden!

I'm gonna make things better.

You've never made anything better.

I'm going to Dorne.

And I'm bringing our daughter home.

You can't just ask Prince Doran to give her back.

She's promised to his son.

I'm not going to ask him anything.

You go down there with an army it's an act of war.

No army.

Do you know where they're keeping her?

Oberyn mentioned the Water Gardens.

I'll find her.

Is there anything else, Your Grace?

You're going to Dorne.

A one-handed man.

Alone.

Who said I was going alone?

No sunfloweres. I don't like yellow.

Roses are very nice, definitely roses.

And music. I adore music.

But no flutes.

I hate flutes. We can have a harp, if you like, but no flutes.

Then there's the food.

The food is the most important thing, don't you agree?

We're gonna need pigeon pies.

That's what they eat in the capital, don't they?

Don't they?

Don't who?

People eat pigeon pie in the capital.

They certainly do, my dear.

They certainly do.

It's a fine place, isn't it?

A fine place.

I never thought I'd be settling down in a place like this.

You won't.

Pardon?

We won't get to live at Stokeworth.

When mother dies, my sister gets the castle because she's older.

She hates me.

She calls me mean names and sometimes even still she pulls my hair when mother's not looking.

You know what I think?

I think you're a good person.

And your sister is a mean person.

She is.

I've been all over the world and if there's one thing I've learned, is that meanness comes around.

People like your sister, they always get what's coming for them, eventually.

One way or another.

Who's that?

Jaime f*cking Lannister.

Ser Jaime?

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

I was very sorry to hear about your father.

Thank you.

This is my betrothed, Lollys.

A pleasure.

Run along, love.

Beautiful young bride you've chosen.

When are you planning on getting married?

Just get on with it.

On with what?

What you're here for.

There's no way this little visit could possibly mean anything good for me.

It's very good for you.

Lollys will be marrying Ser Willys Bracken.

We've made a deal, your sister and I.

I would have advised against that.

How is this good for me?

Because you're going to come with me and help me with something important.

And when we return...

I'm gonna give you a much better girl and a much better castle.

Return from where?

As far south as south goes.

You are my queen.

The prince does not wish to be disturbed.

Remove yourself from my path or I'll take that long axe and I'll shove it up your...

Captain... let her pass.

Your brother was murdered... and you sit here in the Water Gardens staring at the sky and doing nothing.

Oberyn was slain during a trial by combat by a lord. That is no murder.

Your brother...

You don't have to remind me.

He was my brother long before he was anything to you.

What will you know about his death?

I will bury him. I will mourn for him.

And then?

You would have me go to war.

The whole country would have you go to war.

Then we are lucky the whole country does not decide.

The Sand Snakes are with me.

We have the love of their people.

They will avenge their father while you sit here in your chair doing nothing.

Oberyn is dead.

And this Lannister girl skips about the Water Gardens eating our food, breathing our air.

How many of your brothers and sisters do they have to kill?

Let me have her.

Let me send her to Cersei one finger at a time.

I loved my brother.

And you made him very happy.

For that, you will always have a place in my heart.

But we do not mutilate little girls for vengeance.

Not here.

Not while I rule.

And how long would that be?

The Unsullied are too conspicuous.

Anyone can see them coming from a mile off.

'Course you haven't found any Sons of the Harpy.

You haven't, have you?

My Second Sons on the other hand... they drink, they whore, fight in streets, they blend in.

They overhear things in taverns.

Follow people from the taverns to nice quiet alleys.

Break a few fingers, overhear a few more things... before you know it...

No one here.

We go.

In a hurry?

You're afraid?

Unsullied fear nothing.

Right.

That's your problem.

You understood fear once, long ago, but you forgot what it means.

Someone who's forgotten fear... has forgotten how to hide.

Fear is useful that way.

Sons of the Harpy... they want to put a collar back on my neck.

On all of our necks. Please, Your Grace...

you must kill him.

It would send a message.

I think you should exercise restraint...

Your Grace.

Well, for one thing, he may have valuable information.

Well, the Son of the Harpy has no more valuable information.

How do you know that?

Because I questioned him.

And the information you did get... he is young and..

He is born free.

Why should he want to bring back slavery?

What did it do for him?

Perhaps the only thing that gave him pride was knowing that there was someone lower than he was.

They pay him.

Great families, afraid to do a thing.

They pay poor men to do it for them.

And how do you know this?

Everyone know this.

I don't know it.

And I'm the head of a great family.

We do not know what this man did or didn't do.

Give him a trial at least.

A fair trial.

Show all the citizens of Meereen that you are better than those who would depose you.

Teach them a better way.

I do not know the place from where old ser comes.

Things maybe are different there, I hope.

But here, in Meereen, before Daenerys Stormborn they own us.

So we learn much about them... or we do not live long.

They teach me what they are.

Mercy, fair trial... these mean nothing to them.

All they understand is blood.

Thank you all for your council.

Your Grace... a word, please, I beg you.

About what?

About your father.

About the Mad King.

The Mad King?

You're here to remind me of my enemies' lies?

Consider me reminded.

Your Grace...

I served in his Kingsguard.

I was at his side from the first.

Your enemies did not lie.

Go on.

When the people rose and revolted against him your father set their tongues cast them in flames.

He murdered sons in front of their fathers.

He burned men alive with wildfire and laughed as they screamed, and his efforts to stamp out dissent led to a rebellion that killed every Targaryen... except two.

I'm not my father.

No, Your Grace, thank the gods.

But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved.

And each time, it made him feel powerful... and right... until the very end.

I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial.

Your Grace.

There's a bug.

Yes, best be careful.

You might accidentally consume some solid food.

When I agreed to come with you, did I misrepresent my intentions?

Besides, what else is there for me to do inside this f*cking box?

You don't like it?

I want to take a walk.

You can't.

Cersei has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head.

She ought to offer her c**t.

Best part of her for the best part of me.

Well, I suppose a box is as good a place for me as anywhere.

Are we really going to spend the entire road to Volantis talking about the futility of everything.

You're right, there's no point.

The road to Volantis?

You said we are going to Meereen. What's in Volantis?

The road to Meereen.

And what do you hope to find at the end on the road to Meereen?

I told you. A ruler.

But you've already got a ruler.

Everywhere has already got a ruler.

Every pile of sh1t on the side of every road has someone's banner hanging from it.

You are quite good, do you know?

At ruling.

During your brief tenure as Hand.

I didn't rule, I was a servant.

Still, a man of talent.

Managed to kill a lot of people?

Yes, but you showed great promise in other areas as well.

She wanted me to leave King's Landing.

She begged me.

I wouldn't go.

'Cause I liked it.

Power... even as a servant.

People follow leaders and they will never follow us.

They find us repulsive.

I find us repulsive.

And we find them... repulsive, which is why we surround ourselves with large comfortable boxes to keep them away.

And yet... no matter what we do... people like you and me are never really satisfied inside the box.

Not for long.

You're right.

Let's go for a walk.

How many dwarves are there in the world?

Is Cersei going to kill them all?

Not him.

You're trying to deceive your queen?

Should I throw them in a cell, Your Grace?

It won't be necessary, Ser Meryn.

I don't want to dissuade the other hunters.

Mistakes will be made.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thanks.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thank you.

Take the head.

Let me, Your Grace.

I would take it if you don't mind.

It could prove useful for my work.

Very good.

Over there would be fine.

You heard the man, over there.

You're the hand of the King.

No, uncle.

Clearly, it would not be appropriate for a woman to assume that role.

I'm merely advising my son until he comes of age and chooses a Hand for himself.

Your Grace, I would be willing to serve provisionally as the King's Hand until he becomes full...

You're a good man, Lord Tyrell, but I don't imagine we'll have the time.

In addition to be Master of Ships, the King has appointed you Master of Coin.

Oh, Your Grace.

He called your experience and wisdom in financial matters unparalleled.

He said he would be honored to have you represent the Crown's interest in the same.

The honor is all mine, Your Grace.

Y-Y-Your Grace, in the past, on several occasions, a Grand Maester has served as the King's Hand.

The King's named Qyburn the new Master of Whispers.

Your Grace, this-this man? Th-This embarassment to the Citadel?

Your Grace... what qualifications can he possibly have for this post?

The qualification of loyalty, Grand Maester.

That's far more than the eunuch ever had.

Far more than many ever have.

I must say... I can not...

Uncle Kevan, in light of your position as Commander of the Lannister Armies, it would please the King if you would serve as his Master of War.

No man living better deserves the title.

That is kind of you to say.

I would like to hear it from the King himself.

Well, the King is very busy at this moment.

He should be here, learning what it means to rule.

He is learning.

On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he's asked me to speak on his behalf.

I returned to the capital to pay my respects to my brother, and to you, and to serve the King.

I did not return to the capital to serve as your puppet.

To watch you stack the Small Council with sycophants.

Sending your own brother away...

My brother has left the capital to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.

What mission?

That is not your concern as Master of War.

I do not recognize your authority to dictate what is and is not my concern.

You are the Queen Mother.

Nothing more.

You would abandon your king in his time of need?

If he wants to send for me, I'll be waiting for him.

At Casterly Rock.

Come on, you know this one.

It looks like an animal.

Snake.

S-S-Sn... "S".

It's an "S".

Right, very good.

Hmm, did you know that the youngest Lord Commander in history, Osric Stark, was elected at the age of 10?

I know "S".

You'll learn, I promise.

I taught Ser Davos.

Old people are terrible at learning new things.

Well, you are a wonderful teacher.

Very patient.

I only said that the more time that you spend practicing the faster you will be able to read.

That's all right.

We're doing just fine.

I'm sure you and Ostrich Stark have a lot to talk about.

How old were you when you learned how to read?

3.

Were you taught by your mother?

Our Maester Cressen did.

I had a lot of time to practice. My mother kept me inside because...

What do you call it in the south? What happened to your face.

Grayscale.

What would you call it in the north of the Wall?

I don't know.

But two of my sisters had it. They both died.

How did they cure you?

I don't remember. I was a baby.

A lot of people came and tried, I think.

Whatever they did, it went away.

What happened to your sisters?

My father made them move out to the keep, outside.

None of us were allowed to go near them.

But we heard them, especially at night.

They started to sound not like themselves.

Did you ever see them?

Only once, at the end.

They were covered with it.

Their faces, their arms, they acted like animals.

My father had to drag them out to the woods on a rope.

What did he do with them in the woods?

Mother.

Leave us.

Your Grace.

You need to stay away from that girl.

She's a wildling.

Her name's Gilly.

She's nice. I'm teaching her to read.

She's a wildling. Your father defeated her people.

He executed their king for treason.

They could strike at him by striking at you.

Gilly wouldn't do that.

You have no idea what people will do.

All your books and you still don't know.

I ordered Mance Rayder burned at the stake.

You prevented that order from being carried out.

You showed mercy to Mance Rayder.

The King's word is law.

Perhaps you should ask Ser Davos how much mercy I show to lawbreakers.

Show too much kindness, people won't fear you.

If they don't fear you, they don't follow you.

With respect, Your Grace, the free folk will never follow you no matter what you do.

You're the man who burned their king alive.

Who then?

No. Only one of their own.

Do you know this wretched girl?

Lyanna Mormont.

Lord Commander's niece.

Lady of Bear Island.

And a child of ten.

I asked her to commit her house to my court. That's her response.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark.

That amuses you.

I apologize, Your Grace.

Northerners commit a bit like the free folk.

Loyal to their own.

I know.

My brother, Robert, went on often and loudly about how difficult it was to control them.

Even with your father's help.

Tonight, the Night's Watch elect a new Lord Commander.

Ser Alliser Thorne is going to win.

Most likely.

One pleasant man.

He thinks you're a traitor.

What's your life gonna be like here at the Wall, with Thorne in command?

Unpleasant, I expect.

Your bravery made him look weak.

He'll punish you for it.

I don't punish men for bravery.

I reward them.

I don't doubt that, Your Grace.

But I am a brother of the Night's Watch.

I have pledged them my life, my honor, my sword.

I don't know what I have left to give you.

You can give me the North.

I can't.

Even if I wanted to, I'm a b*st*rd.

A Snow.

Kneel before me. Lay your sword at my feet.

Pledge me your service and you'll rise again as Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell.

He'll make you a Stark with a stroke of a pen.

It's the first thing I ever remember wanting.

I daydreamed that my father would ask the king.

Just like that I would never be the b*st*rd of Winterfell again.

No, you deserve that. You do.

I-I couldn't be happier for you.

I'm gonna refuse him.

But... you'd be Lord of Winterfell.

I swore a vow to the Night's Watch.

If I don't take my own word seriously, what sort of Lord of Winterfell would that be?

Hey.

Crowded, You'd think we were serving venison stew.

Does anyone wish to speak for candidates... before we cast our tokens... for the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?

Ser Alliser Thorne is not just a knight, he's a man of true nobility.

He was Acting Commander when the Wall came under attack and led us to victory against the wildlings.

Yes.

He's a veteran of 100 battles and he's been a defender of the Watch and the Wall almost all of his life.

Nice.

He's the only true choice.

Yes.

Yes.

Ser Denys Mallister joined the Watch as a boy and he served loyally longer than any of the Ranger.

That's right.

Through ten winters he served.

As Commander of the Shadow Tower... he kept the wildlings away.

We could do no better.

If there's no one else... we will begin the voting.

The triangular tokens count for Ser Alliser Thorne.

The square token for Ser Denys Mallister.

Maester Aemon...

Samwell Tarly, go on.

Sam the Slayer.

Another wildling lover, just like his friend, Jon Snow.

How's your lady love, Slayer?

Her name is Gilly.

Ser Slynt knows her quite well.

They cowered together in the larder during the battle for the Wall.

Lies!

A wildling girl, a baby, and Lord Janos.

I found him there after the battle was over.

In a puddle of his own making.

Whilst Lord Janos was hiding with the women and children Jon Snow was leading.

Ser Alliser fought bravely, it is true, but when he was wounded, it was Jon who saved us.

He took charge of the Wall's defense, he killed the Magnar of the Thenns, he went North to deal with Mance Rayder.

Knowing it will almost certainly mean his own death.

Before that, he lead the mission to avenge the Lord Commander Mormont.

Mormont himself chose Jon to be his steward.

He saw something in Jon.

And now we've all seen it too.

He may be young, but he's the commander we turned to when the night was darkest.

Yeah!

Can't argue with any of that.

But who does Jon Snow want to command?

The Night's Watch?

Or the wildlings?

Everyone knows he loved a wildling girl.

Spoke with Mance Rayder many times.

What would have happened in that tent between those two old friends if Stannis's army hadn't come along?

We all saw him put the King-Beyond-the-Wall out of his misery.

Do you want to choose a man who has fought the wildlings all his life or a man who makes love to them?

It is time!

Appears to be a tie, maester.

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

You! You!

What have you got there?

I said...

Turn around and go!

Turn around... and go!

That's a nice little sword.

Worth a hundred pigeons a sword like that.

Nothing's worth anything to dead men.

Quickly, go! Go!

Who are you?

Why were they scared of you?

You lost this.

You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.

There isn't.

A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.

Who are you then?

No one.

And that is who a girl must become.

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

She should have cut the traitor's head in the Great Pyramid and be done with it.

That's what I keep telling her to do to you.

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa! l'll stand guard outside your door tonight, Your Grace.

We all guard tonight.

Leave me.

Drogon!

Shh...

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A royal wedding is history.

( coughs )

He's choking!

Joffrey!

Come with me now.

Cersei: Joffrey!

He poisoned my son.

Take him. Take him!

You're safe with me and sailing home.

They say 1,000 slaves died building the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

Tywin: Your brother is dead.

Do you know what that means?

It means I'll become king.

Yes. Now, as the king, you will have to marry.

I demand a trial by combat.

( screaming )

Tyrion Lannister, you are hereby sentenced to death.

He came from the sky.

My girl.

My little girl.

Myrcella is my only daughter.

Dorne is the safest place for her.

You're Arya Stark.

I'll take you to safety.

( screaming )

Arya!

Arya!

Ser Lancel, Cersei must have great trust in you.

Get back to bed.

More wine, Your Grace? a boar got me.

100 generations have defended this castle.

She will not fall tonight.

Styr: Let's kill some crows!

Are you attacking us?

We don't have the men.

Stand down!

It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a king.

We do not kneel.

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

( choking )

( grunts )

I'm sorry.

( door creaks )

Tyrion.

You're no son of mine.

I am your son.

( groans )

What have you done?

♪ Theme music playing ♪

♪ Game of Thrones 5x01 ♪
The Wars to Come
Original Air Date on April 12, 2015

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♪ Music playing ends ♪

( footsteps )

( bird cawing )

We shouldn't be out here alone.

Why not?

If your father--

He'll never know we're gone.

But if he finds out...

You don't need to be afraid of my father.

( insects buzzing )

Are you sure?

We shouldn't go in.

Of course we should.

( insects buzzing )

( screeches )

( shrieks, gasps )[/i]

Get out. Get out!

Let's go.

Listen to your friend.

They said that you were terrifying with cat's teeth and three eyes.

You're not terrifying.

You're boring.

You don't know what I am.

I know you're a witch and you can see the future.

Tell me mine.

Everyone wants to know their future until they know their future.

This is my father's land. My land.

Tell me my future or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head.

( chuckles )

Your blood.

Give me a taste.

( whimpers )

Three questions you get.

You won't like the answers.

I've been promised to the prince.

When will we marry?

You will never wed the prince.

You will wed the king.

But I will be queen?

Oh, yes.

You'll be queen.

For a time.

Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.

W-will the king and I have children?

No. The king will have 20 children and you will have three.

That doesn't make sense.

Gold will be their crowns.

Gold their shrouds.

( laughs )

Girl: Come on, we have to go.

( laughter echoes )

We have to go! Cersei!

( litter creaking )

Man: Bearers, put it down.

[i]( thuds )

( creaking stops )

( door opens )

( bell tolling )

Man: Bearers, up.

Away.

[i]( bell continues tolling )

High Septon: Your Grace, we are honored by your presence.

The mourners are waiting.

They will keep waiting.

I want a moment alone with him.

But, Your Grace, many of these lords and ladies have travelled day and night to be here from all seven kingdoms.

They will wait.

( door closes )

( footsteps echoing )

He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard, but here you are, protecting his dead body.

What he built, it's ours.

He built it for us. He meant it for us.

They're going to try to take it away.

All of it.

They?

All of them out there, our enemies.

They're waiting in line to make sure he's really dead.

And as soon as they see the stones on his eyes, they'll set to work on tearing us apart.

They have nothing to do with it.

The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart.

He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years.

You've been defending him for years.

This is exactly what they want.

And now our father is dead and that little monster is out there somewhere drawing breath.

Did you set him free?

Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose.

You killed him by mistake.

With stupidity.

You're a man of action, aren't you?

When it occurs to you to do something, you do it.

Never mind the consequences.

Take a look.

Look at the consequences.

Here they are.

He loved you more than anyone in this world.

( waves crashing )

( bell dinging )

( seagulls screeching )

( chattering, laughing )

( heavy breathing )

( distant dog barking )

( birds chirping )

( thuds, wood creaking )

( heavy breathing )

( grunts )

( groaning )

( grunts )[/i]

Apologies.

I still don't see why I had to stay in this f*cking crate once we set sail.

I saved your life.

If they catch you, they catch me.

I cannot say I feel overly guilty about leaving you in that f*cking crate.

Do you know what it's like to stuff your sh1t through one of those airholes?

No, I only know what it's like to pick up your sh1t and throw it overboard.

Pentos?

The home of my colleague Illyrio Mopatis, a merchant.

He and I met many years ago through mutual friends.

A group of people who saw Robert Baratheon for the disaster he was.

We tried to do what was best for the realm by supporting a Targaryen restoration.

And thus began the chain of mistakes that has led us both here.

Things have gotten worse, not better.

Westeros needs to be saved from itself.

Much better.

My lord?

I don't think I am anymore.

A lord.

Are you a lord if you kill your father?

I don't imagine they revoke your nobility for killing a whore.

It must happen all the time.

You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea.

In a box. Why stop now?

Because we are talking about the future of our country.

The future is sh1t.

Just like the past.

( wine pouring )

( men shouting )

( creaking )

( dog barking )

( chatter )

( woman moaning )

( speaking Valyrian )[/i]

( humming )

( gurgling )

( gasping )

Daenerys: The Sons of the Harpy?

Yes, Your Grace. They left it on the body.

They've never killed before.

It was only a matter of time, Your Grace.

Conquerors always meet with resistance.

I didn't conquer them. Their own people did.

( speaking Valyrian )

He did not risk his life fighting for his freedom so cowards in masks could take it away.

And I did not take up residence in this pyramid so I could watch the city below decline into chaos.

What was the name of the man you lost?

White Rat, Your Grace.

I want him buried with honor, publically in the Temple of the Graces.

The Sons of the Harpy will hear that message.

Make them very angry.

Angry snakes lash out.

Makes chopping off their heads that much easier.

Find the men who did this and bring them to me.

Your Grace.

Torgo Nudho.

Missandei hin Naath.

I wanted to speak with you.

Why do you come?

White Rat, the Unsullied who...

I have heard they found his body in a brothel.

I have heard that more than one Unsullied has been known to visit Meereen's brothels.

May I ask you why?

Why would an Unsullied go to a brothel?

I do not know.

I must go.

( shouts, grunting )

Get your shield up.

It's too heavy.

If it wasn't heavy, it wouldn't stop a sword.

Now get it up.

Come. Try it again.

Drive at me. Keep your shield up.

Or I'll ring your head like a bell.

Shouldn't you be training, too?

Well, I'm hardly a new recruit.

How many brothers can say that they've killed a white walker and a Thenn?

I might be the first in history.

Man: Shield up.

Alliser: These men need a firm hand.

Always have.

They're poachers and thieves.

Not soldiers.

That one hates me.

Sam: If Ser Alliser is chosen as the new Lord Commander...

He hates the wildlings.

( baby fussing )

All the wildlings.

Don't let them send us away.

It's not a sure thing.

Ser Denys Mallister has commanded the Shadow Tower for 20 years and people say he's a good man.

He's running against Ser Alliser--

Sam, don't let them send us away.

I told you.

Wherever you go, I go, too.

You can't leave. They'll execute you.

Good, good, pivot. Don't forget to pivot.

Shield up.

The king wants a word.

( chains rattling )

( wind howling )

You're not cold, my lady?

Never.

The Lord's fire lives within me, Jon Snow.

Feel.

Are you a virgin?

Good.

Your Grace.

The b*st*rd of Winterfell.

You know who rules at Winterfell now?

Roose Bolton.

Mmm, the traitor who plunged a dagger in Robb Stark's heart.

Don't you want to avenge him?

I want a great many things, Your Grace.

But I'm a sworn brother of the Night's Watch now.

I've been talking to your sworn brothers.

Many of them love you.

They're good men.

Many don't.

You were seen taking the body of a wildling girl north of the Wall.

Why?

It's where she belonged.

Some of the Night's Watch feel you have too much affection for the wildlings.

They were born on the wrong side of the Wall.

That doesn't make them monsters.

No matter.

I shall take back the North from the thieves who stole it.

Tywin Lannister is dead. He can't protect them now.

I shall mount Roose Bolton's head on a spike.

But if I'm to take Winterfell, I need more men.

The men of the Night's Watch are sworn to play no part--

I'm not talking about the damn Night's Watch.

I'm talking about the wildlings.

Your Grace, you want the wildlings to march in your army?

If they swear to follow me, I'll pardon them.

We'll take Winterfell. Once the North is won, I'll declare them citizens of the realm.

I'll give them land to live on.

It's a fair offer. More than fair.

I'll offer them their lives and their freedom if Mance kneels before me and swears his loyalty.

I don't think that's likely.

You admire him, don't you?

I respect him.

He likes you.

Convince him to bend the knee...

Your Grace.

...or he burns.

How much time do I have?

Nightfall.

The sun drops fast this time of year.

Hurry, Jon Snow.

( boys grunting )

Master-of-arms: Shield up.

( Robin whimpers )

Master-of-arms: Attack, my lord!

Attack!

Don't cross your feet.

( grunts )

My sons had swords in their hands from the time they could walk. This one...

Littlefinger: Lord Arryn will never be a great warrior.

Royce: Great warrior?

He swings a sword like a girl with palsy.

My lord.

Master-of-arms: Sword up, my lord!

[i]( Robin whimpering, gasping )

Some boys develop more slowly.

He's still young.

He's 13. Boys go to war at 13.

He has other gifts.

Does he?

The gift of a great name.

Sometimes that's all one needs.

( Robin whimpering )

Good-bye, Lord Royce, and thank you for all you've done for me.

I have done nothing more than my duty, my lady.

I have no doubt that on my return, Robin's skills will have improved immeasurably.

He'll be safe here.

As for his skills, I make no promises.

( birds screeching )

Will we head north at some point?

He said Sansa had a brother at Castle Black.

We're a few days' ride from the Kingsroad.

But that will take us--

The only reason you're here is because Jaime Lannister told me you weren't safe in the capital.

You're hundreds of miles from King's Landing.

No one knows what you look like.

No one cares. You're safe.

But I'm your squire.

Do you even know what a squire is?

An attendant to a knight.

I'm not a knight.

That means you're not a squire.

Well, where would I go?

I don't care. I'm not your mother.

You swore to find the Stark girls.

I found Arya. She didn't want my protection.

Sansa still might.

Will you shut your mouth?

I didn't ask for your advice.

I don't want anyone following me.

I'm not a leader.

All I ever wanted was to fight for a lord I believed in.

The good lords are dead and the rest are monsters.

( horse whinnies )

( hoofbeats approaching )

( horses neighing )[/i]

You told Lord Royce we were going to the Fingers.

I did.

But we're heading west.

We are.

If he wanted to betray us, he already would have.

Lord Royce might be as honorable as he thinks he is, but he's not alone in that castle.

Do you trust all those knights and ladies, stable boys and serving girls?

No, do you trust the carriage driver or the knights escorting us?

No. ( chuckles )

But I pay them well and they've seen what happens to men who disappoint me.

So where are we going?

To a land where you trust everyone?

To a land so far from here, even Cersei Lannister can't get her hands on you.

It was such a deep, deep shock to us all.

Your father was a-- a force to be reckoned with.

He truly was.

I wouldn't presume to claim to have known him as such, but--

but just being in his presence was enough to make it so clear just how formidable a person you were dealing with.

What a-- what a force to be reckoned with.

( sighs )

Thank you so much for your kind words.

Deepest condolences, Your Grace.

This tragedy... I never trusted Varys.

I often warned...

Your Grace.

Cousin Lancel. I hardly recognized you.

My deepest sympathies.

I apologize for my son's appearance.

Uncle, it's quite all right.

They call themselves sparrows.

( chuckles ) Bloody fanatics.

Religion has its place, of course, but at a certain point...

They never would have come to the capital when Tywin was alive.

I'm sure he'll grow out of it, whatever it is.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Your wounds from the Blackwater seem to have healed.

It wasn't my wounds that needed healing.

What can I do for you?

You can forgive me.

What could you possibly have done to warrant my forgiveness?

I led you into the darkness.

I doubt you've ever led anyone anywhere.

I tempted you into our... unnatural relations.

And, of course, there was the king... his boar hunt.

His wine.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a different person now.

I've found peace in the light of the Seven.

You can, too.

They watch over all of us, ready to dole out mercy or justice.

Their world is at hand.

I will pray for your father's soul.

( laughs )

The day Tywin Lannister's soul needs your help...

Olyvar: It looks like Dorne.

Loras: It doesn't.

( laughs ) It does.

That's the-- that's the Sunspear bit right there.

And that's where the mountains are.

And over here is-- is Sunsnake?

Stonespear?

Sandstone.

Yes, Sandstone.

( kisses )

Just there.

Fine.

It's Dorne.

We should go there.

I think we would have a lovely time, judging by my experience.

That would be wonderful. Dorne, Highgarden.

Anywhere but here.

We're late for dinner as it is.

You're very respectful.

I'm very hungry.

What's your name?

Olyvar, my lady.

I'm afraid my brother is keeping the king waiting, Olyvar.

My lady.

Perhaps you might consider being a bit more discreet?

They all know about me anyway.

Everybody knows everything about everyone.

What's the point in trying to keep a secret in a place like this?

In any event, you shouldn't keep your intended waiting.

My intended? Please.

Tywin's dead.

That means no one can force Cersei to marry me.

Lucky you.

Unlucky you.

You think I want that woman married to my brother?

If she doesn't marry me, she doesn't go to Highgarden.

Which means she stays in King's Landing.

Which means you're trapped here with Cersei Lannister as your mother by law.

Perhaps.

Perhaps?

Perhaps.

( birds screeching )

Eunuch, the Spider, the Master of Whisperers.

Imp, Half-man.

There are faster ways to kill yourself.

Not for a coward.

You are many things, my friend, but not a coward.

You never told me why you set me free.

Your brother asked me to.

Could have said no.

Refuse the Kingslayer? A dangerous proposition.

Not as dangerous as releasing me.

You risked your life, your position, everything.

Why? You're not family. You owe me nothing.

I didn't do it for you.

I did it for the Seven Kingdoms.

A drunken dwarf will never be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.

I don't believe in saviors.

I believe men of talent have a part to play in the war to come.

You're going to have to find another soldier.

I'm done with Westeros and Westeros is done with me.

You have many admirable qualities, self-pity is not one of them.

Any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power.

But earning it for yourself, that takes work.

I'm not well-suited for work.

I think you are.

You have your father's instincts for politics.

And you have compassion.

Compassion? Yes.

I killed my lover with my bare hands.

I shot my own father with a crossbow.

I never said you were perfect.

What is it you want exactly?

Peace.

Prosperity.

A land where the powerful do not prey on the powerless.

Where the castles are made of gingerbread and the moats are filled with blackberry wine.

The powerful have always preyed on the powerless.

That's how they became powerful in the first place.

Perhaps.

And perhaps we've grown so used to horror, we assume there's no other way.

If you sat on the Iron Throne, would you spread misery throughout the land?

I will never sit on the Iron Throne.

No, you won't.

But you could help another climb those steps and take that seat.

The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen, but gentler than Stannis.

A monarch who can intimidate the high lords and inspire the people.

A ruler loved by millions with a powerful army and the right family name.

Good luck finding him.

Who said anything about "him"?

You have a choice, my friend.

You can stay here at Illyrio's palace and drink yourself to death, or you can ride with me to Meereen, meet Daenerys Targaryen, and decide if the world is worth fighting for.

Can I drink myself to death on the road to Meereen?

( chatter )

( goat bleating )

When did the Unsullied start patrolling the streets of Meereen?

Looks like your friends haven't been behaving themselves.

Our mission to Yunkai was a resounding success.

The Wise Masters of Yunkai have agreed to cede power to a council of elders made up of both the freed men and the former slaveholders.

All matters of consequence will be brought to you for review.

Good.

They did ask for some concessions.

Concessions?

Politics is the art of compromise, Your Grace.

I'm not a politician. I'm a queen.

Hizdahr: Forgive me. You're right, of course.

Still, it's easier to rule happy subjects than angry ones.

I don't expect the Wise Masters to be happy.

Slavery made them rich. I ended slavery.

They do not ask for the return of slavery.

They ask for the reopening of the fighting pits.

The fighting pits?

Where slaves fought slaves to the death?

In the new world that you've brought to us, free men would fight free men.

The pit fighters you liberated plead for this opportunity.

Bring some here and ask them yourself.

No fighting pits.

Opening them would show the people of Yunkai and Meereen that you respect their traditions.

I do not respect the tradition of human cockfighting.

If you could--

How many times must I say no before you understand?

Whatever he wants from me, he's not going to get it.

If he really believes I'm going to reopen the fighting pits...

You should reopen the fighting pits.

What?

My mother was a whore. I told you that.

She liked to drink pear brandy.

The older she got, the less she made selling her body, the more she wanted to drink.

So one day when I was 12, she sold me to a slaver she f*cked the night before.

I'm sorry.

Why? I was a bad child.

I wasn't big, but I was quick.

And I loved to fight.

So they sold me to a man in Tolos who trained fighters for the pits.

I had my first match when I was 16.

You were sold into slavery, forced to fight to the death for the amusement of the masters, and you're defending the fighting pits?

( laughs )

I'm only here because of those pits.

I learned to fight like a Dothraki screamer, a Norvoshi priest, a Westerosi knight.

Soon I was famous.

10,000 men and women screamed my name when I stepped into the pit.

I made so much money for my master, he set me free when he died.

I joined the Second Sons.

And then I met you.

You're the queen.

Everyone's too afraid of you to speak truth.

Everyone but me.

You've made thousands of enemies all across the world.

As soon as they see weakness, they'll attack.

Show your strength here, now.

That's why I have the Unsullied patrolling the streets.

( scoffs )

Anyone with a chest full of gold can buy an army of Unsullied.

You're not the Mother of Unsullied.

You're the Mother of Dragons.

I don't want another child's bones dropped at my feet.

No one's seen Drogon in weeks.

For all I know, he's flown halfway across the world.

I can't control them anymore.

A dragon queen with no dragons is not a queen.

Viserion?

Rhaegal?

( snarling )

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

( roaring )

[i]( roaring continues )

( door opens )

So here we are.

Here we are.

When we first met, you were my prisoner.

And now, for our last meeting...

This doesn't have to be our last meeting.

No, but it will be.

You know what Stannis wants?

He wants me to bend the knee.

And he wants the free folk to fight for him.

I'll give him this much, he's bold.

Shouldn't a king be bold?

Oh, aye.

I respect him.

If he gets what he wants, I expect he'll be a better ruler than the fools sitting on the Iron Throne the last hundred years.

But I'll never serve him.

You told me you weren't here to conquer.

You told me your people have bled enough.

That's right.

I don't want them bleeding for Stannis Baratheon either.

You spent your life convincing 90 clans to come together for the first time in history.

Thenns and Hornfoots, the ice-river clans, even the giants.

A life's work uniting them. You didn't do it for power.

You didn't do it for glory.

You brought them together to save them because none of them will survive the winter, not if they're north of the Wall.

Isn't their survival more important than your pride?

Pride?

f*ck my pride.

This isn't about that.

Then bend the knee and save your people.

They followed me because they respected me.

Because they believed in me.

The moment I kneel for a southern king, that's all gone.

And how many tens of thousands are out there right now?

How many women? How many children?

And you won't go out and rescue them because why?

You're afraid of looking afraid.

Oh, I am afraid.

No shame in that.

How will they do it? Beheading?

Hanging?

They'll burn you alive.

Bad way to go.

I'll be honest with you.

I don't want to die.

And burnt to death, I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming.

But it's better than betraying everything I believe.

And what happens to your people?

You preserve your dignity and die standing and they'll sing songs about you.

You'd rather burn than kneel.

The great hero.

Until winter comes and the white walkers come for us all and there's no one left to sing.

You're a good lad.

Truly you are.

But if you can't understand why I won't enlist my people in a foreigner's war, there's no point explaining.

( pounds on door )

I think you're making a terrible mistake.

( chuckles )

The freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.

( door closes )

( latch clanks )

Mance Rayder, you've been called the King-beyond-the-Wall.

Westeros only has one king.

Bend the knee, I promise you mercy.

Kneel and live.

This was my home for many years.

I wish you good fortune in the wars to come.

We all must choose.

Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same.

We choose light or we choose darkness.

We choose good or we choose evil.

We choose the true god or the false.

Free folk, there is only one true king and his name is Stannis.

Here stands your king of lies.

Behold the fate of those who choose the darkness.

( gasping )

[i]( Mance crying out )

( coughing )

( Mance crying out )

( groaning stops )

( crowd murmuring )

♪ Music playing ♪
♪ Music playing ends ♪

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04x10 - The Children.docx

(theme music playing)

(cawing)

(dog barking)

You're wearing a black cloak again.

I've been sent to negotiate with you.

It appears my trusting nature got the better of me.

It's happened before.

I was hoping your loyalty was real when you pledged yourself to us, Jon Snow.

Truly I was.

The Halfhand ordered me to join your army and bring back whatever information I could to Castle Black.

He made me kill him so you'd trust me.

I was loyal... to him and to my Night's Watch vows.

All your vows?

She wasn't enough to turn you, eh?

Were you enough to turn her?

She put three arrows in me when I escaped.

Did you see her again at Castle Black?

She's dead.

Your doing?

We'll drink to her.

Mance Rayder: Of all the ways I'd kill you, poison would be the last.

Ygritte.

Ygritte.

(coughs)

That's not wine.

No, it's a proper northern drink, Jon Snow.

You did well.

Fought hard.

Killed some of our strongest men.

Mance Rayder: One of our giants went into your tunnel and never came out again. Mag the Mighty.

Jon Snow: He's dead. He killed my friend, Grenn.

Mance Rayder: He was their king. The last of a blood line that stretches back before the First Men.

Jon Snow: Grenn came from a farm.

Mag and Grenn.

Grenn and Mag.

Kullback, could I trouble you for something to eat?

I don't imagine our guest has eaten anything for quite some time.

So, you're here to strike a bargain?

Turn your army around and go home.

You know I know you're low on arrows, you're low on oil, you're low on men.

How many are left, 50?

I told Tormund and Orell.

We have more than 1,000 men.

I showed you everything I had.

The whole army, 100,000 strong.

And what did you do? You fired on us with everything you had.

It wasn't much.

As soon as I saw that, I sent 400 men to climb the Wall, an unmanned stretch five miles west of here.

A lot of them will die climbing, but most of them will be over by the end of the day.

It's me being honest with you, Jon Snow, which is more than you've ever done for me.

My people have bled enough.

We're not here to conquer.

We're here to hide behind your Wall.

Just like you.

We need your tunnel.

Now we both know that winter is coming.

And if my people aren't south of the Wall when it comes in earnest, we'll all end up worse than dead.

You want to strike a bargain with me?

Here's the bargain.

You go back, you open the gates to us, and I swear to you that no one else will die.

Refuse, and we'll kill every last man at Castle Black.

Oh, that's why you're here.

I reckon you could do it before any of them could stop you.

They'd kill you, of course.

They'd kill you slow.

But you knew that when you came in here.

Mance Rayder: Are you capable of that, Jon Snow? Killing a man in his own tent when he's just offered you peace? Is that what the Night's Watch is?

Is that what you are?

(horn blows)

Man: Riders coming!

Are you attacking us?

It's like you said, we don't have the men.

(horn blowing)

(dogs barking)

(men shouting)

(horse whinnies)

Hold! To me!

To me!

(men shouting)

Mance: Stand down! I said my people have bled enough and I meant it.

(shouting)

Man: Round them up.

Stay with the horses.

You're the King-beyond-the-Wall?

Do you know who I am?

Never had the pleasure.

This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true king of the Seven Kingdoms.

We're not in the Seven Kingdoms and you're not dressed for this weather.

It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a king.

We do not kneel.

I'll have thousands of your men in chains by nightfall, have nowhere to put them, have nothing to feed them.

I'm not here to slaughter beat dogs.

Their fate depends on their king.

All the same, we do not kneel.

Take these men away.

What's a man of the Night's Watch doing in a wildling camp?

I was sent to discuss terms with the King-beyond-the-Wall.

You're speaking to the one true king, boy.

You will address him as Your Grace.

I know he's the king.

My father died for him.

My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace.

I'm Ned Stark's son.

Your father was an honorable man.

He was, Your Grace.

What do you think he'd have done with him?

I was this man's prisoner once.

He could have tortured me.

He could have killed me.

But he spared my life.

I think my father would have taken him prisoner, listened to what he had to say.

Very well, then.

Take him.

Your Grace.

If my father had seen the things that I've seen, he'd also tell you to burn the dead before nightfall.

All of them.

(flies buzzing)

I would suggest milk of the poppy to ease his pain, but he is completely insensate.

Bloody Martells.

The cause appears to be manticore venom.

It is. The Death's Head manticore.

Yes, I've read a great deal about it.

It's a horrible poison.

Usually Mantari in origin.

Oh! Yes, yes.

There's nothing to be done.

Yes, there is.

May I ask what you think you're doing?

Saving him.

Your Grace, I wish it were otherwise, but Ser Gregor is beyond saving.

Well, well beyond.

This man is not even a maester, let alone Grand Maester.

That's for the best.

No maester knows how to save him.

That is exactly the sort of arrogance that had him expelled from the Citadel, Your Grace.

His curiosity was deemed dangerous and unnatural.

Rightly so, in my opinion.

You're dismissed, Grand Maester.

But, Your Grace, this is my laboratory.

Not anymore.

Pycelle: But I--

(scoffs)

(door opens)

You can save him?

Difficult to say, Your Grace.

But if my past work is any guide...

(door slams)

...we stand a chance.

Do everything you can.

Come to me for anything you need.

Thank you, Your Grace.

You should know, the process may change him... somewhat.

Will it weaken him?

Oh, no.

Very well, then.

Tywin: Not another word.

We've been over this.

The matter's closed.

I'm opening it again.

You were betrothed to Loras Tyrell.

You're still betrothed to Loras Tyrell.

And you will marry Loras Tyrell as soon as Tommen marries Margaery.

I will not.

Jaime cannot marry or inherit lands.

Tyrion's sentence will be carried out tomorrow.

You have on several occasions made great claims about your commitment to this family's future.

Your role in that future is more vital now than it ever was.

I don't care.

I will stay in King's Landing where I belong with my son the king.

When you were nine years old, I was called to the capital.

I decided to take your brother with me and not you.

You insisted that you would not be left at Casterly Rock under any circumstances.

And if you recall--

Cersei Lannister: I'm not interested in hearing another one of your smug stories about the time you won. This isn't going to be one of those times.

Do you think you'll be the first person dragged into a sept to be married against her will?

When you marched into the throne room to tell me we'd won the Battle of Blackwater-- do you remember?

I was sitting on the Iron Throne with Tommen.

I was about to give him essence of nightshade.

That's how far I was willing to go when I thought someone awful had come to take my son away.

Someone awful is coming to take him away.

Joffrey is dead.

Myrcella's been sold like livestock.

And now you want to ship me off to Highgarden and steal my boy.

My last boy.

Cersei Lannister: Margaery will dig her claws in, you will dig your claws in and you'll fight over him like beasts until you rip him apart. I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen!

And how will you do that?

I'll tell everyone the truth.

What truth would that be?

You don't know, do you?

You never believed it.

How is that possible?

What am I saying?

Of course it's possible.

How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing?

We were right there in front of you and you didn't see us.

One look in the past 20 years, one real look at your own children and you would have known.

Known what?

Everything they say is true.

About Jaime and me.

Your legacy is a lie.

No, no, no, no.

I don't believe you.

Yes, you do.

Jaime.

Jamie Lannitser: You won. One fewer brother. You must be proud of yourself. There’s really nothing you wouldn't do, is there?

Cersei Lannister: For my family, no, nothing. I would do things for my family you couldn't imagine.

Tyrion is your family.

He's not.

You don't get to choose.

I do. So do you.

You can choose the creature that killed our mother to come into this world--

Are you really mad enough to blame him for that?

He didn't decide to kill her.

He was an infant.

A disease doesn't decide to kill you.

All the same, you cut it out before it does.

What do you decide?

What do you choose?

The things I did to get back to you, to endure all that, only to find you--

I choose you.

Those are words.

Like the ones I just said to Father.

I told him.

Told him what?

I told him about us.

You told him?

I told him I won't marry Loras Tyrell.

I told him I'm staying right here with Tommen, with you.

You think he'll just accept that?

Go and ask him.

What did you say?

I don't want to talk about Tywin Lannister.

Cersei: I don't choose Tywin Lannister. I don't love Tywin Lannister. I love my brother.

I love my lover.

People will whisper, they'll make their jokes.

Let them.

They're all so small, I can't even see them.

I only see what matters.

Someone will walk in.

I don't care.

I can speak the common tongue if you wish.

You speak it very well.

Before you freed me, I belonged to Master Mighdal.

I was tutor to his children.

I taught them languages and history.

They know a great deal about your family because of me.

Little Calla is only seven, but she admires you very much.

I hope I can prove worthy of her admiration.

What can I do for you?

When you took the city, the children begged me not to leave the house.

But Master Mighdal and I agreed that I must.

So I lost my home.

Now I live on the streets.

I have outfitted mess halls to feed all former slaves and barracks to shelter them.

I do not mean to offend, Your Grace.

I went to one of these places.

The young prey on the old.

Take what they want and beat us if we resist.

My Unsullied will make them safe again in short order, my friend, this I promise you.

Even if they are safe, who would I be there?

What purpose would I serve?

With my master, I was a teacher.

I had the respect and love of his children.

What is it that you want from me?

Your Grace, I ask you to let me sell myself back to Master Mighdal.

You want to return to a man who owned you like a goat or a chair?

Please, Your Grace.

Fennesz: The young may rejoice in the new world you have built for them, but for those of us too old to change, there is only fear and squalor.

I am not alone.

There are many outside waiting to beg the same of you.

I did not take this city to preside over the injustice I fought to destroy.

I took it to bring people freedom.

But freedom means making your own choices.

I will allow you to sign a contract with your former master.

It may not cover a period lasting longer than a year.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thank you.

The masters will take advantage of this situation.

The men serving them will be slaves in all but name.

Approach, my friend.

(sobbing)

(speaking low Valyrian)

Missandei: I have brought you--

He came from the sky.

The black one.

The winged shadow.

He came from the sky and...

My girl.

My little girl.

(sobbing)

Daenerys: What was her name?

Missandei: Zala, Your Grace.

How old was she?

Three.

Three.

(screeching)

(roaring)

(screeching)

(screeching)

(screeching)

Maester Aemon: They came to us from White Harbor and Barrowton, from Fairmarket and King's Landing, from north and south, from east and west. They died protecting men, women, and children who will never know their names. It is for us to remember them. Our brothers, we shall never see their like again.

All: And now their watch is ended.

Maester Aemon: And now their watch is ended.

Your old blind man patched me up.

Why?

He's sworn to treat all wounded men, friend or foe.

You want me alive so you can torture me?

No one's gonna torture you.

So how do we die?

Hanging? Beheading?

Drop us from the top of the Wall?

I don't know what happens to the prisoners.

Who decides?

I suppose Stannis does.

He your king now?

I don't have a king.

Tormund Giantsbane: You spent too much time with us, Jon Snow. You can never be a kneeler again.

We're gonna burn the bodies of your dead.

Do you want to say any words over them?

Words?

What kind of words?

Funeral words. I don't know how the free folk do it.

Do what?

Say farewell.

The dead can't hear us, boy.

Snow.

Did you love her?

She loved you.

She told you?

No.

All she ever talked about was killing you.

That's how I know.

She belongs in the North.

The real North.

You understand me?

(wind howling)

(groaning)

We can stop.

We can rest.

We'll rest with the three-eyed raven.

We're not going to make it.

We're already here.

Bran: Jojen.

Jojen.

Look, Jojen.

Look.

(groaning)

Jojen!

Come on!

Help them!

Meera: Hold on to me!

Hang on!

Hodor.

Help them!

Hodor.

(growling)

Hodor!

(screeching)

(grunts)

Hodor!

(growling)

Hodor.

(whimpering)

Hodor!

Jojen: Bran!

Save yourself, now!

(grunting)

(shouts)

Girl: Come with me, Brandon Stark.

(gasping)

He is lost.

Come with me or die with him.

Go with them.

(ice bursting)

(slices)

(growling)

They cannot follow us.

The power that moves them is powerless here.

Who are you?

The First Men called us the children, but we were born long before them.

Come, he waits for you.

(crow caws)

(caws)

You're the three-eyed raven?

I've been many things.

Now I am what you see.

My brother, he led us to you and now he--

He knew what would happen.

From the moment he left, he knew and he went anyway.

How do you know?

I've been watching you.

All of you.

All of your lives.

With 1,000 eyes and one.

Now you've come to me at last, Brandon Stark.

Though the hour is late.

I didn't want anyone to die for me.

He died so you could find what you have lost.

You're going to help me walk again?

Three-eyed raven: You will never walk again. But you will fly.

(bird squawks)

Podrick.

Podrick.

Where are the horses?

I hobbled them last night.

What sort of hobble?

A figure eight like you taught me.

If you did it like I taught you, then the horses would be here.

Thieves, maybe?

It's at least 30 miles to the Eyrie from here.

You're carrying the saddlebags.

(grunting)

People coming.

You can sh1t later.

There's people coming.

Morning.

Morning.

I like your sword.

Are we getting close to the Bloody Gate?

About 10 more miles.

Did you hear that, Podrick?

Only 10 more miles to the Bloody Gate.

Are you a knight?

But you know how to use that sword?

Does it have a name?

Oathkeeper.

Mine's Needle.

Good name.

Who taught you how to fight?

My father.

Mine never wanted to.

Said fighting was for boys.

Mine said the same.

But I kept fighting the boys anyway.

Kept losing.

Finally my father said, "If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right."

Seven blessings.

I'm Brienne of Tarth.

This is Podrick Payne.

You want something?

That's Sandor Clegane.

The Hound.

You're Arya Stark.

I asked if you wanted something.

I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her.

My mother's dead.

I know.

I wish I could have been there to protect her.

You're not a northerner.

No, but I swore a sacred vow to protect her.

Why didn't you?

She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King's Landing.

You're paid by the Lannisters.

You're here for the bounty on me.

I'm not paid by the Lannisters.

Sandor Clegane: Fancy sword you've got there. Where'd you get it? I've been looking at Lannister gold all my life.

Go on, Brienne of f*cking Tarth.

Tell me that's not Lannister gold.

Jaime Lannister gave me this sword.

The Bloody Gate is 10 miles.

I swore to your mother by the old gods--

I don't care what you swore.

Arya!

Hound: You heard the girl.

She's not coming with you.

She is.

You're not a good listener.

That Valyrian steel?

I always wanted some Valyrian steel.

Come with me, Arya.

I'll take you to safety.

Safety?

Where the f*ck's that?

The Hound: Her aunt in the Eyrie’s dead. Her mother’s dead. Her father’s dead. Her brother’s dead. Winterfell is a pile of rubble. There’s no safety, you dumb bitch. If you don’t know that by now, you’re the wrong one to watch over her.

And that's what you're doing?

Watching over her?

Aye, that's what I'm doing.

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunts)

I have no wish to kill you, Ser.

I'm not a knight.

(grunts)

(groans)

(screams)

(screaming)

(groans)

(shouting)

Arya!

Arya!

Arya!

Where is she?

Podrick: She was just here.

Why weren't you watching her?

I was watching you. I thought you might need some help.

Which way, Pod?

Which way did she go?

I think that way.

Brienne: Arya!

Arya!

(panting)

You still here?

(coughs)

Big bitch saved you.

I don't need saving.

No, not you.

You're a real killer.

With your water dancing and your Needle.

You gonna die?

Unless there's a maester hiding behind that rock, aye, I'm done.

The Hound: I'd skin you alive for wine.

f*ck water.

Killed by a woman.

(chuckles)

I bet you like that.

Go on, go after her.

She'll help you.

The Hound: Going it alone, you won't last a day out there.

Arya Stark: I'll last longer than you.

You remember where the heart is?

f*ck it.

I'm ready.

Go on, girl.

Another name off your list.

You kept promising me.

I cut down your butcher's boy.

The ginger.

He was begging for mercy.

"Please, Ser. Please don't kill me. Please, please."

Bled all over my horse.

Saddle stunk of butcher's boy for weeks.

And your sister.

Your pretty sister.

I should have taken her.

That night the Blackwater burned.

I should have f*cked her bloody.

At least I'd have one happy memory.

Do I have to beg you?

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Kill me. Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!

(door opens)

(door closes)

(footsteps)

Tyrion Lannister: Oh get on with it, you son of a whore!

Jaime Lannister: Is that any way to speak about our mother?

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

A galley's waiting in the bay bound for the Free Cities.

Who's helping you?

Varys.

Varys?

You have more friends than you thought.

There's a locked door at the top of the stairs. Knock on it twice, then twice again. Varys will open.

I suppose this is good-bye, then.

Farewell, little brother.

Jaime.

Thank you for my life.

Quickly now.

(after being released from jail by Jaime, Tyrion sneaks into his father's chambers. He finds Shae in Tywin's bed, wearing the golden chain he gave her once)

Shae: (mumbles) Tywin? My lion.

(Shae raises her head. As her vision becomes clear, she sees Tyrion, looking hurt and betrayed. She grabs a knife. Tyrion charges at her. They fight, and Tyrion forces her to drop the knife. They continue to struggle violently. Tyrion grabs the chain around her neck and strangles her with it until she is dead. He sinks to the floor and sits next to Shae's lifeless body, weeping)

Tyrion Lannister: I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

(After killing Shae, Tyrion stares at the wall across the room and sees several weapons on display, among them a crossbow, and his expression quickly darkens. He takes the crossbow, then heads down the hall to the privy, opening the door to find his father seated upon the toilet. Tywin seems surprised to see Tyrion, but quickly regains his composure.)

Tywin Lannister: (dryly) Tyrion. Put down the crossbow.

(Tyrion does not comply)

Tywin Lannister: Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you. Come, we'll go and talk in my chambers.

(Tywin starts to stand, but Tyrion steadies the crossbow, stopping Tywin dead in his tracks)

Tywin Lannister: This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure.

Tyrion Lannister: All my life you've wanted me dead.

Tywin Lannister: (nods) Yes. But you refused to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'll never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son.

(Tyrion does not believe his father)

Tyrion Lannister: (quietly) I loved her.

Tywin Lannister: Who?

Tyrion Lannister: Shae.

Tywin Lannister: (sneers) Oh, Tyrion. Put down that crossbow.

Tyrion Lannister: I murdered her. With my own hands.

Tywin Lannister: (shakes his head) It doesn't matter.

Tyrion Lannister: Doesn't matter?

Tywin Lannister: She was a whore.

Tyrion Lannister: (raises the crossbow angrily) Say that word again...

Tywin Lannister: And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense.

Tyrion Lannister: I am your son and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Joffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?

Tywin Lannister: Enough. We'll go back to my chambers and speak with some dignity.

Tyrion Lannister: I can't go back there. She's in there.

Tywin Lannister: You're afraid of a dead whore?

(the moment Tywin says the word "whore" again despite being warned not to, Tyrion shoots, hitting Tywin in the belly and knocking him backwards)

Tywin Lannister: (painfully) You shot me. Ohh... you're no son of mine.

Tyrion Lannister: I am your son. I have always been your son.

(Tyrion shoots again, killing his father. Tyrion discards the crossbow as he leaves. The door opens, Varys stands there. He is shocked to see Tywin dead.)

Lord Varys: What have you done?

(Tyrion does not answer)

Lord Varys: Quickly.

(Varys pulls Tyrion, bolting the door behind them. He leads Tyrion to a room where is a large crate)

Lord Varys: Trust me, my friend. I brought you this far.

(Varys helps Tyrion to enter the crate, then shuts it. Moments later, the crate is stowed aboard a ship. Varys begins walking back towards the Red Keep, but stops when he hears the bells tolling, signaling that Tywin's body has been discovered. Realizing that returning to the castle is unsafe, Varys turns around and heads back for the ship, sitting next to Tyrion's crate in silence as the ship sails for Essos)

Arya Stark: I want to see the captain.

Ternesio Terys: You're seeing him.

Arya Stark: I want to go north, to the wall.

Ternesio Terys: No you don't.

Arya Stark: I can pay.

Ternesio Terys: There is nothing in the north but ice and war and pirates.

Arya Stark: I wouldn't need a cabin. Please, I could work, scrubbing the floors, or...

Ternesio Terys: I'm not going north, child, we're going home.

Arya Stark: Where's home?

Ternesio Terys: The Free City of Braavos.

Arya Stark: Wait, I have something else.

Ternesio Terys: More silver won't make a difference.

Arya Stark: (Arya shows the coin that Jaqen H'ghar gave her) It's not silver, it's iron.

Ternesio Terys: How did you...

Arya Stark: Valar morghulis.

Ternesio Terys: Valar dohaeris. Of course, you shall have a cabin.

[ END ]

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x09) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x09 - The Watchers on the Wall

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04x09 - The Watchers on the Wall.docx

( Theme music playing )

( wind blowing )

( men shouting )

What was she like?

She...

she had red hair.

How big were her feet?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone.

To be with someone.

To love someone and have them love you back.

We're all gonna die a lot sooner than I'd planned.

You're the closest I'll ever get to knowing.

So you and Gilly never?

She just had a baby.

And she never offered.

But if she had, you would have?

You'd have broken your vows?

The interesting thing is, our vows never specifically forbid intimate relations with women.

What?

"I shall take no wife," yes, that's in there.

There's no denying that.

"I shall father no children."

It's very specific.

But what do our vows have to say about other... activities is open to interpretation.

I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.

Anyway, there's nothing for him to interpret.

We didn't.

So what's it like?

It's... there's this person, this whole other person.

And you're wrapped up in them and they're wrapped up in you.

And you...

for a little... for a little while, you're more than just you.

You're... I don't know.

I'm not a bleeding poet.

No, you're really not.

What did I get for it?

An arrow six inches from my heart.

There'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.

There will.

They've already done the worst thing to me they could ever do.

Go get some sleep, Sam.

I'll take this watch.

( Screeches )

( screeches )

Did I ever tell you about her?

My Sheila?

That was a night to remember.

Of course, I'd had a good bit to drink.

( Chuckles )

Her fangs were sharp, but she knew how to use them.

And she was nice and soft down below.

No, she was no ordinary beast.

Many is the man who...

I know you never f*cked a bear.

You know you never f*cked a bear.

Right now I don't want to think about the bear you never f*cked.

Right now all I want to think about is each one of these arrows finding its way into a crow's heart.

We could be waiting here a while.

Good.

The longer we wait, the more arrows I'll have.

They came up here to our land and put up a big wall and said it was theirs.

Then they started hunting us down.

This time, we're the ones doing the hunting.

You've got a lot to say about killing.

Even more words than arrows.

Back in those villages, I killed just as many of them as you did.

More, I reckon.

Yes, but none of those were your crow lover.

I probably killed him already.

Styr: So you've said.

And if not, the only thing left of him is gonna be his fun bits hanging around my neck.

Styr: More words.

Know what I think you do when you see him?

Serve him up a nice juicy slice of ginger minge.

( Men laughing )

You been thinking about that ginger minge?

Wondering what Maybe I have.

Jon Snow is mine.

Anyone else tries to kill him, I'll have an arrow for them.

And not one of your bald friends is fast enough to stop me.

And what is it that couldn't wait until morning, Tarly?

Maester Aemon.

How did you know...

That it was you?

Who else but Samwell Tarly would be wasting candles to read in the middle of the night?

Let me help you.

Oh, no need.

I know my way around this library better than any other place in Castle Black.

Thousands of books and no eyes to read them.

Old age is a wonderful source of ironies if nothing else.

But you didn't answer my question.

What are you reading?

Maester Faull.

Ah, the wildlings.

I can assure you that the closest Maester Faull ever got to a wildling was this very library.

But what he says about what they do, it's all true.

It's exactly what the survivors of their raids report.

Yes, imagine the stories wildlings tell about us.

Love is the death of duty.

I told that to your friend Jon Snow once.

He didn't listen and neither did you.

Which is why you've abandoned your watch atop the Wall to come here and read about the terrible things that may have happened to the girl you love.

I don't love her.

Yes, you do.

Yes, you do.

Heard it in your voice when you first brought her to me.

I remember how it sounds.

I was in love once.

You were?

You can imagine all manner of horrors befalling that poor girl and her child.

Is it so difficult to imagine that an old person was once, more or less, like you?

I'm sorry, Maester.

I didn't mean it like that.

Do you know who I was before I came here?

What I could have been if I'd only said the word?

Of course you do.

I met many girls when I was Aemon Targaryen.

A future king always does.

Some of them were quite forward in their attempts to win my affections.

One of them succeeded.

I was very young.

Who was she?

I could tell you everything about her.

Who she was, how we met, the color of her eyes, and the shape of her nose.

I can see her right in front of me.

She's more real than you are.

We could spend all night trading tales of lost loves.

Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.

Go to bed, Tarly.

Pyp: Sorry, I can't open the gate for anybody. Orders.

Gilly: You don't understand. They killed everyone.

Everyone but me and my baby.

They're out there.

I saw them on my way here.

They may have seen me. They may have followed me. Please.

Pyp: I'm sorry, I can't.

Gilly: If they find us out here, you don't know...

Pyp! Open the gate.

I can't.

Sam, is that you?

Thorne gave me strict orders to not open the gate.

Oh, Pyp, open the f*cking gate!

I never heard you curse before.

Yes, well, best get used to it.

Are you all right?

( Panting )

( Baby fusses )

Shh, you're all right.

Of course you are, my brave little fella.

It was horrible.

I'm so, so sorry.

I didn't know until I got back.

Don't let them send me away, Sam.

Never.

I know there's no women allowed.

Anyone who tries to throw you out will be having words with me.

From now on, wherever you go, I go, too.

( Horn blows )

( horn blows )

Man: Get ready!

Man the gate!

Ready yourselves!

Make haste!

Prepare!

Up on the Wall!

Quickly! Up! Up!

How many? How many are there?

( horn blows )

( Screeches )

Beyond the trees!

It's time.

( Men shouting )

( horn blows )

Light them up! Light them all!

( Horn blowing )

( Men shouting )

Move!

Pick up the pace!

Come on, come on.

Here we go, boys, there's one.

Let's go. There's two.

Let's get the next load.

That's the last of the oil, Ser Alliser.

100,000 you say?

Yes, Ser.

You can say it if you like.

We should have sealed the tunnel while we had the chance, like you suggested.

It was a difficult decision either way, Ser.

Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow?

It means that the person in charge gets second-guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth.

But if he starts second-guessing himself, that's the end... for him, for the clever little twats, for everyone.

This is not the end.

Not for us.

Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back.

And then you get to go on hating me and I get to go on wishing your wildling whore had finished the job.

( Horn blows )

Sam: You'll be safe down here.

I'll check on you as soon as I can.

You're leaving me again?

I'm not leaving you.

You're going up there and we're staying down here. That's leaving.

You said from now on we'd stay together.

I didn't mean in the same room.

What are you going to do out there?

Help my brothers.

You're going to fight the free folk when they come?

They'll kill you. In Mole's Town, they killed everyone.

I can't just hide here with you while they're fighting out there.

Why not? You won't matter up there.

You will down here.

I am a man of the Night's Watch, Gilly.

I made a promise to defend the Wall and I have to keep it because that's what men do.

Promise me you won't die.

I promise you I won't die.

( Lock clicks )

( men shouting )

( Horse whinnies )

There's a lot more wildlings on the other side of the Wall than this side.

We've got loads of weapons and things.

It's the perfect place for us to be.

I've never thrown a spear before.

I've never held a sword with a proper edge.

This is no place for me to be.

You're not afraid?

Of course I'm afraid.

There's a band of wildlings coming to kill us.

If you're afraid of a band of wildlings, how in seven hells did you manage to kill a white walker?

I didn't know I was going to kill it.

But I had to do something.

I didn't have any choice.

It was going to kill Gilly and take the baby.

If someone had asked me my name right then, I wouldn't have known.

I wasn't Samwell Tarly anymore.

I wasn't a steward in the Night's Watch or son of Randyll Tarly or any of that.

I was nothing at all.

And when you're nothing at all, there's no more reason to be afraid.

But you're afraid now?

Yes, well...

I'm not nothing anymore.

Most of their men are up top.

Didn't count more than 20 down here.

Leftovers.

They got a big fat one and a little bony one manning the front.

How high are the walls?

Well, we'll be up and over before they know what's happened.

Styr: Let's kill some crows!

( Cheering )

Come on!

( Cheering )

( shouting )

( horn blowing )

Man: Come on, brothers!

( shouting )

( bellows )

( bellows )

( shouting )

Archers nock.

Everyone else hold.

Grenn, no!

( Barrel crashes )

I said nock and hold, you c**ts!

Does nock mean draw?

Men: No, Ser!

Does f*cking hold mean f*cking drop?

No, Ser!

You all plan to die here tonight?

No, Ser!

That's very good to hear. Draw!

( Horn blows )

No, down below!

( Wildlings shouting )

( bow strings twanging )

Draw! Light them up.

( Screams )

Tormund: Come on, get up!

They're attacking the southern gate!

Alliser: Now?

I'm going down there. Brother Slynt, you have the Wall.

What?

What are you f*cking waiting for?

Loose!

You heard the man. Loose!

( Shouting )

( shouting )

( groans )

You, over there.

Did you get one?

Ah, sh1t, Pyp! sh1t.

Yeah?

I think we're gonna die.

( Groans )

If you keep missing, we will.

( Screams )

Come on! Come on!

Brothers!

100 generations have defended this castle.

She's never fallen before.

She will not fall tonight.

Those are Thenns at our walls.

They eat the flesh of the men they kill.

Do you want to fill the belly of a Thenn tonight?

Men: No!

Tonight we fight.

And when the sun rises,I promise you, Castle Black will stand!

( Cheering )

The Night's Watch will stand.

( Cheering )

With me now! Now with me!

( Shouting )

( grunts )

( bellows )

( men shouting )

No discipline. No training.

Gang of thieves, that's all this is.

I commanded the City Watchof King's Landing.

Those men obeyed orders.

We can't just let them attack the gate!

The bars of those gates are four inches of cold-rolled steel.

Those are giants riding mammoths down there!

Do you think your cold-rolled steel is gonna stop them?

No such thing as giants.

A story for the children.

Brother Slynt.

We just got word that Ser Alliser needs you below.

You're the most experienced man he's got, Ser, and he needs you.

Needed below?

Yes. Yes.

Archers, nock your arrows!

Man: Nock arrows!

Draw!

Loose!

They won't summit before dawn.

Because I've made that climb.

I think they're in a bigger hurry than you were.

Hold the bridge!

Hold, wait for it!

Come on with the rocks!

Nock!

Draw!

Loose!

( Screams )

Down!

( Screaming )

( laughs )

( screaming ) No! No!

To the gate.

Come on, let's move.

It's gonna open.

I got one right through the heart.

He's dead.

Oh, is it over?

Well, then...

You're all right.

You're all right.

( Gurgling )

I'll get help.

Shh. Shh.

Maester Aemon is coming.

He's gonna make it all right.

Shh. Shh.

( Whistles )

( bellows )

( bellowing )

( gates creaking )

The outer gate won't hold.

Take five men, hold the inner gate.

Hold the gate.

If they make it through...

They won't.

Come on, Hill. And you, Cooper.

You three, on me.

( Horn blowing )

Come on, you lazy bastards.

Oil on the ramp!

Protect the gate!

( Groans )

( groans )

Get him inside.

Hold the f*cking gate!

Hold it!

We need more men down here.

We have to hold the gate.

But we need men here.

Tell Jon. He's in command.

Let's go.

Get me to the top!

You hear me?!

Your name's Olly, right?

Listen to me, Olly.

Get me to the top.

And when we give the signal, bring us back down.

You hear me?

Find a weapon, Olly.

Fight them.

( Bellows )

( screaming )

Clear the way! Let's go!

Out of the way!

Get out of here!

( Grunts )

( roars )

Cut the rope!

( Screams )

Wait! No!

( Screaming )

( roaring )

We need more archers.

Here I am.

Come on.

Quickly.

What are you doing up here?

The wildlings are over the walls.

Ser Alliser's fallen.

The castle won't stand much longer.

Edd, you have the Wall.

If they try the mammoths again, drop fire on them.

If the climbers get too high, drop the scythe on them.

Come, brothers.

Now fight with me!

Might as well enjoy our last night, right, boys?

Light the fuckers up!

Nock! Draw!

Loose!

How are we gonna stop that?

Shot 20 arrows in him already.

You heard Jon.

We hold the gate.

Jon Snow's not Lord Commander.

We hold the gate!

Mother, save me.

Father, save me.

The gods aren't down here.

It's the six of us.

You hear me?

Night gathers and now my watch begins.

It shall not end until my death.

I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.

I shall wear no crown and win no glory.

I shall live and die at my post.

All: I am the sword in the darkness.

I am the watcher on the walls.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch for this night and all the nights to come!

( Shouting )

( Roaring )

I don't want you out there.

You can't protect me forever.

There won't be anywhere to hide if the castle falls.

I need him more than I need you.

We need you, boy.

( Panting )

( Shouting )

( shouts )

( gasping )

( arrow thuds )

( Gasps )

( gasping )

Jon Snow.

Hush. Don't talk.

Do you remember the cave?

We should have stayed in the cave.

We'll go back there.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Drop the scythe, boys!

( Screams )

Hoist her up.

Man: Hoist her up!

( chain clanking )

( Men grunting )

They've had enough for one night.

( Cheering )

Don't cheer too loud.

They still outnumber us 1,000 to one.

( Groaning )

( roaring )

Tormund.

It's over.

Let it end.

This is how a man ends.

Put him in chains.

We'll question him later.

I should have thrown you from the top of the Wall, boy!

You should have.

( Lock clicking )

( door opens )

Whoa, it's me. It's me.

I promised you, didn't I?

( Scuffles )

Sam: We held them off.

Jon: For one night.

This is a great victory.

A great victory?

Mance was testing our defenses.

He almost made it through.

And he has more giants.

He has more mammoths.

He has 1,000 times as many men.

They'll hit us again tonight.

Maybe we can hold them off for a day or two, but we'll never beat them.

Where are we going?

Going to find Mance.

To fi... you can't do that.

No one gave you any orders.

Who's left to give orders?

The wildling army's only an army because of Mance.

He united 100 warring tribes.

Without Mance, they lose their leader.

They lose their purpose. They go back to fighting each other.

Scatter back to their homes.

Without Mance?

You're going to kill him?

I'm gonna try.

They'll never let you within 100 yards of him.

And even if they did, even if you managed to kill him...

They'll kill me? If I don't go, they'll kill me anyway.

They'll kill the rest of us, too.

Sam: They won't just kill you.

They'll boil you.

They'll flay you.

They'll make it last days.

You're right. It's a bad plan.

What's your plan?

They held the gate.

Get some brothers down here to help you.

We need to burn the bodies.

Raise the outer gate.

Then lower it again as soon as I'm out.

What are you doing?

I promised Mormont I'd never lose it again.

In case I don't come back.

Come back.

( Wind howling )

The End

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x08) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x08 - The Mountain and the Viper

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04x08 - The Mountain and the Viper.docx

(theme music playing)

(clanging)

(people chatting)

(laughs)

Here we are.

(laughter)

(loud chatter)

Ready?

(belching)

"The Rains of Castamere."

You f*cking deaf?

(laughing)

Same wrong guess every f*cking time.

Listen, you c**t.

(belching)

"The Bear and the Maiden Fair."

(cheering)

There's a man with an ear.

Too bad you got a hangnail for a cock.

(laughs)

First time I saw you with your breeches down, I thought you were a eunuch.

(laughing)

You've seen it, girls.

Like a baby snail peeking out of his shell.

(laughs)

Your baby was crying this morning.

Woke me up.

You hear me?

Well, got anything to say?

I'm sorry he woke you up.

(chuckles) I don't care if you're sorry.

Keep that baby quiet or I will.

Don't you ever touch him.

(chuckles)

Little wildling bitch.

You should have stayedwith your own kind.

(owl hoots)

You listening to me?

Shut your mouth.

What?

(owl hoots)

It's just an owl, you dumb bitch.

No, it's not.

(owl hoots)

(knife rings)

(people screaming)

(grunts)

(women screaming)

(shouting)

(grunts)

(coughs)

(bottles rattle)

(screams)

(baby fusses)

- (baby fusses)

(blood pouring)

(screaming continues)

I should never have left her there.

You couldn't have known.

Of course I could've known.

They've been raiding the villages close by.

And we just cower in here while they slaughter our brothers.

Our brothers had orders to stay at Castle Black.

So it's all right, then?

Black Jack and Kegs and Mully chopped to pieces 'cause they broke the rules?

Dolorous Edd: I didn't say it was all right.

I'm saying they shouldn't have been there.

We're pledged to guard the realms of men.

She's dead because of me.

We can't even guard Mole's Town.

We can't go after them.

You know that.

It's what they want.

And little Sam.

As if I cut their throats myself.

Maybe she managed to hide herself.

I thought all of you was dead.

You went north with Mormont and no one came back.

Not for ages.

But then you did.

She survived Craster and he was the worst sh1t I've ever met.

She survived the long march to the Wall.

She survived a white walker,for f*ck's sake.

She might have got out.

She might have.

If they hit Mole's Town, then we're next.

Mance and his army must be close.

Grenn: 100,000 of them.

And there's what, 105 of us left?

You counting Black Jack, Kegs, and Mully?

How do 102 men stop 100,000?

Whoever dies last, be a good lad and burn the rest of us.

Once I'm done with this world, I don't want to come back.

Daenerys: You think he was spying on you?

Missandei:No, not spying.

Daenerys: The Dothraki think outsiders are ridiculous taking shame in the naked body.

They make love under the stars for the whole khalasar to see.

Yes, Your Grace.

But you are not Dothraki.

Well, I don't see why it matters.

Grey Worm isn't interested.

None of the Unsullied care what's under our clothes.

He was interested.

What?

I believe he was interested.

When the slavers castrate the boys, do they take all of it?

All of it?

The-- the pillar and the stones.

I don't know, Your Grace.

Haven't you ever wondered?

Yes, Your Grace.

Grey Worm: Missandei.

The lessons you give I in common tongue... these are precious to I.

To me.

To me.

I don't remember teaching you the word precious.

Jorah the Andal, he teaches I--

he teaches me this word.

Do you remember the name you were given at birth?

I remember nothing.

Only Unsullied.

When they cut you, do you remember that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry they did that to you.

Why sorry?

It's a terrible thing to do to a boy.

If the masters never cut me, I never am Unsullied.

I never stand in the Plaza of Pride when Daenerys Stormborn ordered us to kill the masters.

I never am chosen to lead the Unsullied.

I never meet Missandei from the island of Naath.

I am sorry I-- for today.

I am sorry.

(horses whinny)

Kraken. Mmm.

Strong as long as they're in the sea.

When you take them out of the water, no bones.

They collapse under their proud weight and slump into a heap of nothing.

You'd think they know that.

Unfortunately, they're not very bright.

What do you tell them?

I'm Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon, heir to the Iron Islands.

And what are you really?

I'm Reek.

Are you sure?

You do look very much like a lord.

Formidable, proud.

I'm Reek.

Until when?

Always.

Forever.

That's right.

Until you're rotting in the ground.

Remember what you are and what you're not.

Bring me Moat Cailin.

(cawing)

No closer.

Who are you?

(grunts)

(men coughing)

(flies buzzing)

I'm Kenning, commander of this garrison.

And you say you're Theon Greyjoy?

And why should I believe that?

I was born on Pyke to Balon Greyjoy.

His third and last living son.

I am your prince.

I swear it by the Drowned God.

What is dead may never die.

Men: What is dead may never die.

And if you were my prince, why are you marching with a Bolton army?

Lord Bolton took me captive after Winterfell.

He sent me to treat with you in good faith as your fellow ironborn.

And what does Lord Bolton want?

You are fading from sickness, you are badly outnumbered, and you're hundreds of miles from the sea.

Lord Bolton implores you to protect your men and abandon this fortress you can no longer hold.

Do this, and he will be just and fair with you as he has been with me.

The Boltons will give you safe passage to the Stony Shore.

He wants us to surrender?

My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon.

I watched him bend the knee.

There was no shame there.

He fought with honor, as did you.

(groans)

(mutters) "No shame."

"Fought with honor."

I'm sorry, I didn't hear.

"No shame."

"Fought with honor."

Only a whipped dog would speak this way.

Or a woman.

Are you a woman, boy?

You don't know--

The ironborn will not surrender.

(mumbling)

Reek. My name is Reek...

You go tell your master that, Theon Greyjoy, or whoever the f*ck you are.

(quietly) My name is Reek.

What in the hell are you muttering?

I'm Reek.

Reek.

If we yield, we live?

Is that what it says on this paper here?

Yes. Have your men raise the white flag and open the gates.

You're going home.

Ramsay: You didn't really think I'd let them go, did you?

It's fallen out of fashion, flaying.

Sad, but true.

Traditions are important.

Where are we without our history?

Yes, my lord.

Will we go home now?

I believe we will.

To our new home.

Royce: You have foreign blood, don't you, Baelish?

A great-grandfather from Braavos, yes.

I suppose all of our ancestors came from somewhere else originally.

Royce: Our forebearers settled the Valethousands of years ago.We've fought off invadersever since.

The beauty of the Vale is matched only by the nobility of its great families.

Lady Arryn often told me that you were her rock, Lord Royce.

She told me nothing about you, Baelish.

But I didn't need to hear from her.

Moneylender.

Whoremonger.

You've been licking Tywin Lannister's boots so long,

it's a wonder your tongue's not black.

My lord--

And when Jon Arryn named you Master of Coin, no one cared.

Always been a grubby job.

Why not let a grubby man do it?

But when I heardyou were lurking here, fawning over the Lady Arryn--

Lady Arryn invited me.

She and I have been close since childhood.

Yes, we all know how close you were.

Lady Arryn's predilectionswere her own affair.

Her death is our affair.

Of course. Her suicide shattered us all.

She was an odd fish.

Everyone knew that.

But suicide?

She adored that boy of hers.

I don't see her abandoning him.

Not by choice.

Royce: Strange that within days of your arrival, you've married Lady Arryn and she's fallen through the Moon Door.

She was always prone to melancholy.

My lady wasn't meant for a world as brutal as ours.

We were told there was a witness.

A girl.

A niece of yours, I believe.

A girl with no learning and scattered wits.

I assure you, she would be of no help.

We'd like to speak with her.

Let me fetch her.

Anya: No need.

We prefer to hear her testimony unadulterated.

(door closes)

Come closer, child.

You have nothing to fear from us or him.

Lord Baelish here is your uncle?

Your name is Alayne?

Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room.

My lady--

I wasn't asking you.

He can stay. - Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse.

Tell us what you saw.

I'm sorry, Lord Baelish.

I have to tell the truth.

I'll tell you everything.

Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.

My name is not Alayne.

It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark.

Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell.

You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall.

Sansa Stark?

You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?

Lord Baelish has told many lies.

All to protect me.

Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing.

A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cersei to torment.

They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp.

I had no friends in King's Landing... except one.

He saved me.

Smuggled me away when he had the chance.

He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa.

The Lannisters have friends everywhere.

Even the Vale.

He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name.

Your secret is safe with us, my lady.

Royce: Your father grew up right here in these halls.

We hunted together many times.

He was a fine man.

Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa.

You knew her well, my lords, my lady.

You knew she was a troubled woman.

She always loved Lord Baelish.

She told me herself.

From the moment he arrived at the gates of Riverrun, a boy of eight carrying everything he owned in a little sack.

She confessed to meshe never loved Lord Arryn.

She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have.

When the gods finally allowedher to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy.

For a time.

My aunt was a jealous lady.

She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her anymore.

That he would abandon her for a younger woman.

And then... one day she saw him kiss me.

Lady Sansa.

It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce, nothing more.

Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage.

He's always been so kind to me.

I was so happy to be here, to be free.

All because of him.

But my aunt turned on me.

She cursed me.

Called me a whore.

Promised to throw me through the Moon Door.

When Lord Baelish tried to calm her, she struck him.

She said she didn't want to live anymore.

She stood on the edgeof that Moon Door.

He tried to reason with her.

Promised her she was the only one he had ever loved, but she stepped through those doors and she was--

Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl.

It's not your fault.

You could see it in the way she raised that boy.

Feeding him from her own teats when he was 10 years old.

Lord Royce!

This is hardly the time.

Apologies, my lady.

And to you as well, Baelish.

We treated you a bit harshly.

You want justice, Lord Royce.

I can hardly complain about that.

I want the same.

Not much justice to be meted out in suicide, is there?

For Lysa, no.

But for her son?

Only 20 years ago, the knights of the Vale rode behind Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon.

They fought together to overcome the Mad King.

And since then, Arryn and Royce, Corbray, Waynwood, all the great houses of the Vale watched from the corner.

A timid boy at a tavern brawl.

Are you questioning our courage?

I want to know which side you're on.

Do you support the Lannisters, the house that executed your friend Ned Stark?

Of course we don't support the damn Lannisters.

No? Catelyn Stark begged her sister for support and Lysa refused.

By staying out of the fray, you've allowed Tywin Lannister to destroy his rivals on every compass point.

Who stands against him now?

Who would you have us back, Lord Baelish?

Robb Stark is dead.

I'd have you back Robin Arryn, Lord of the Vale.

Robin Arryn is a sickly little boy.

And sickly little boys sometimes become powerful men.

More often they die young.

I adored Lysa with all my heart.

But she loved her son so much, she became overprotective.

He needs to learn how to swing a sword.

How to ride a horse.

Aye, it's time.

Yes, it's time.

Time for him to tour the Vale, to visit all the castles in his domain.

Time for Robin to leave the nest.

(grunts)

Boy:Ser Barristan.

Who sent you?

Ser Barristan.

Ser Jorah.

Have I forgotten a council meeting?

What's this?

A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon.

You spied on her.

Who gave you this?

Does it matter?

Have you told her?

I wanted to tell you first, man-to-man rather than go behind your back.

Let me speak with her in private.

You'll never be alone with her again.

Why did the usurper pardon you?

If we could speak alone.

No, speak to me here.

Explain it to me.

Who do you think sent this to Meereen?

Who profits?

This is the work of Tywin Lannister.

He wants to divide us.

If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him.

The pardon was signed the year we met.

Why were you pardoned?

Unless you're saying this document was forged.

It is not forged.

Why, then?

I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster of King's Landing.

What was the content of these letters?

Information.

What information?

When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos.

His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo.

When you were married.

When your brother died.

You told him I was carrying Drogo's child?

Yes or no?

Khaleesi.

- Don't call me that.

Did you tell him I was carrying Drogo's child?

That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information.

I stopped you from drinking his wine.

Because you knew it was poisoned.

I suspected.

You betrayed me from the first.

Forgive me.

I never meant--please, Khaleesi, forgive me.

You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father

and stole my brother's throne...

I have protected you.

Fought for you.

Killed for you.

...and you want me to forgive you?

I have loved you.

Love?

Love? How can you say that to me?

Any other man, and I would have you executed.

But you, I do not want you in my city dead or alive.

Go back to your masters in King's Landing.

Collect your pardon if you can.

Daenerys, please.

Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name.

You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city.

If you're found in Meereenpast break of day,

I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay.

(footsteps departing)

Moat Cailin is yours, Father.

Walk with me.

Has there been any word from Locke?

Unimportant.

A cripple, a young boy.

None of the northern lords have seen them.

Dead most likely.

Most of the ironborn have fled the North.

Now more will follow, thanks to you.

Tell me what you see.

Moors, fields, hills.

Tell me what you see.

Nothing.

Not nothing.

The North.

Ride 700 miles that way, you're still in the North.

400 miles that way.

300 miles that way.

The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined.

And I am the Warden of the North.

The North is mine.

Now tell me, what is your name?

Ramsay Snow.

No, not Ramsay Snow.

Open it.

From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.

You honor me.

I swear I will uphold your name and your tradition.

I will be worthy of you, Father, I promise.

Come, Reek, I'll be needing a bath.

(knocks)

(door closes)

First time I saw you,you were just a child.

A girl from the North come to the capital for the first time.

Not a child any longer.

Why did you help me?

They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they found you guilty.

That's not an answer.

If they'd have executed you, what would they have done with me?

I don't know.

Neither do I.

Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't?

And you think you know me?

I know what you want.

Do you?

Arya: I thought it'd make me happy, but it doesn't.

Not really.

Hound: Nothing makes you happy.

Lots of things make me happy.

Like what?

Killing Polliver, killing Rorge.

So you're sad because you didn't get to kill Joffrey yourself.

Is that it?

At least I could have been there to watch.

I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he knew it was over.

Aye, nothing in the world beats that look.

You protected him for most of his life.

You think you could have saved him?

I wasn't the damn wine taster.

Little sh1t deserved to die, but poison--

poison's a woman's weapon.

Men kill with steel.

That's your stupid pride talking.

It's why you'll never be a great killer.

I'd have killed Joffrey with a chicken bone if I had to.

(laughs)

I'd pay good money to see that.

(groans)

You should have let me burn it.

It's a fleabite.

That fleabite's got you walking a lot slower than you used to.

Well, we won't have to walk too much further.

You really think my aunt will pay for me?

Aye, she'll pay.

I've never even met her.

Doesn't matter.

You're her blood.

Family, honor, all that horseshit.

It's all you lords and ladies ever talk about.

I'm not a lady.

Knight: Who would pass the Bloody Gate?

The bloody Hound, Sandor Clegane.

And his... traveling companion Arya Stark, niece of your lady Lysa Arryn.

Then I offer my condolences.

Lady Arryn died.

Three days ago.

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

I've never left home before, Uncle Petyr.

I'm afraid to leave.

You shouldn't be.

The Lord of the Vale belongs in the Eyrie, Mother said.

She said it's not safe outside.

It wasn't safe for her inside.

People die at their dinner tables.

They die in their beds.

They die squatting over their chamber pots.

Everybody dies sooner or later.

Don't worry about your death.

Worry about your life.

Take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.

That is what it means to be Lord of the Vale.

(footsteps)

Shall we go?

Wine always helps.

I thank you for it.

Trial by combat.

Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the gods by having two other men hack each other to pieces.

Tells you something about the gods.

How much longer?

Soon.

Do you think Oberyn has a chance?

The Red Viper of Dorne.

You don't get a name like that unless you're deadly, right?

I've never seen him fight.

Oh, he's going to die.

I'm going to die.

Oberyn believes in himself.

That's putting it mildly.

What's the punishment for regicide?

Drawing and quartering?

Hanging?

- Breaking at the wheel?

Beheading.

Seems rather ordinary.

And he was my nephew as well, so what is that?

Fratricide is brothers.

Filicide is sons.

Nepoticide.

That's the one.

Matricide, patricide, infanticide, suicide.

There's no kind of killing that doesn't have its own word.

Cousins.

Cousins, you're right.

There is no word for cousin killing.

Well done.

Do you remember cousin Orson?

Orson Lannister?

Of course. Wet-nurse dropped him on his head.

Left him simple.

- Simple?

Used to sit all day in the garden.

Crushing beetles with a rock.

(both grunting)

(chuckles)

Nothing made him happier.

Nothing made you happier.

You'd think being tormented from birth would have given you some affinity for the afflicted.

On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.

The joke wore thin, though.

For you.

You drifted away.

I had other interests.

Yes, other interests.

But I stayed with Orson.

Why?

I was curious.

Why was he smashing all those beetles?

What did he get out of it?

First thing I did was ask him.

"Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?"

He gave me an answer.

"Smash the beetles.

Smash 'em."

(grunting)

I wasn't deterred.

I was the smartest person I knew.

Certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron.

So I went to Maester Volarik's library.

Volarik.

Tried to touch me once.

Turns out, far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons.

Doesn't seem right.

In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction or the reason behind his relentless beetle slaughter.

So I went back to the source.

I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior.

And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it.

There was something happening there.

His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand.

But he wasn't mindless.

He had his reasons.

And I became possessed with knowing what they were.

I began to spend inordinate amounts of time watching him.

I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of...

(grunting)

And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him.

Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles.

I read the histories of Targaryen conquests.

Did I hear dragon wings?

I heard...

(grunting)

And I still couldn't figureout why he was doing it.

And I had to know, because it was horrible that all these beetles should be dying for no reason.

Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score.

Who gives a dusty f*ck about a bunch of beetles?

I know, I know. But still, it filled me with dread.

Piles and piles of them, years and years of them.

How many countless living crawling things smashed and dried out and returned to the dirt?

In my dreams I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye could see.

I woke up crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies.

I tried to stop Orson once.

He was twice your size.

He just pushed me aside with a "kuuh" and kept on smashing.

Every day until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him.

So what do you think?

Why did he do it?

What was it all about?

I don't know.

(bells tolling)

Good luck today.

(door closes)

(crowd shouting)

Looks like very light armor.

I like to move around.

You could at least wear a helmet.

You shouldn't drink before a fight.

You learn this during your years in the fighting pits?

I always drink before a fight.

It could get you killed.

It could get me killed.

Today is not the day I die.

(crowd cheering)

You're going to fight that?

I'm going to kill that.

He is the biggest man I've ever seen.

Size does not matter when you are flat on your back.

Thank the gods.

(horn blows)

In the sight of gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of this... man Tyrion Lannister.

May the Mother grant them mercy.

May the Father give them such justice as they deserve.

And may the Warrior guide the hand...

- (horn blows)

...of our champion--

Don't leave me alone in this world.

Never.

(crowd cheering)

Have they told you who I am?

Some dead man.

I am the brother of Elia Martell.

Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile of a city?

For you.

I'm going to hear you confess before you die.

You raped my sister.

You murdered her.

You killed her children.

Say it now and we can make this quick.

(shouting)

Say it.

You raped her.

You murdered her.

(shouts)

You killed her children.

(growls)

You raped her!

You murdered her!

You killed her children!

(grunts)

(crowd cheering)

(groans)

You raped her!

You murdered her!

(screams)

You killed her children!

(groans)

(crowd clamoring)

Wait.

Are you dying?

No, no, no.

You can't die yet.

You haven't confessed.

Say it.

Say her name.

Elia Martell.

You raped her.

You killed her children.

Elia Martell.

Who gave you the order?

Who gave you the order?!

Say her name!

You raped her!

You murdered her!

You killed her children.

Say it.

Say her name.

Say it!

(grunts)

(teeth rattle)

Elia Martell.

(screaming)

I killed her children.

Then I raped her.

Then I smashed her head in like this!

(screaming)

The gods have made their will known.

Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommenof the House Baratheon,First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death.

(music playing)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x07) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x07 - Mockingbird

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I made a deal for you to keep your ungrateful head on your ungrateful neck a little while longer.

I'm sorry,what am I grateful for?

The opportunity to live and die at the Wall as punishment for a crime I did not commit?

You threw your life away. You threw it away.

It's not a joke. You understand that, don't you?

Of course it's a joke, just not a very funny one.

I couldn't-- I couldn't listen to her standing there telling her lies.

I couldn't do it.

You fell in love with a whore.

Yes, I fell in love with a whore.

And I was stupid enough to think that she had fallen in love with me.

That deal you made, it was everything Father wanted.

You do see that?

He gets you back as his heir.

The future Lord of the Rock.

And he ships me off to Castle Black, out of sight at last.

All so perfect.

It felt good to take that from him.

He knows I'm innocent and he's willing to sacrifice me anyway.

He's willing to sacrifice any of us.

Not you.

You're the golden son.

You could kill a king, lose a hand, f*ck your own sister, you'll always be the golden son.

Careful.

I'm the last friend you've got.

At least I got to tell them what they really are.

Yes, brilliant speech.

They'll be talking about it for days to come.

I thought you were a realist.

Didn't realize you'd die for pride.

Don't give up on me just yet.

I survived one trial by combat, even though you weren't there to save me.

I can't save you this time either.

My training has proved that I can't beat a stable boy with my left hand.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Even if you lose, imagine the look

on Father's face when you fall.

Our family name snuffed out with a single swing of the sword.

It is tempting.

Well...

Bronn fought for me once, he'll do it again.

If he wins, I expect I'll be in his debt for the rest of my life.

If he wins.

Will you find him for me?

Who does Cersei plan on naming as a champion?

I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant.

I'd enjoy watching Bronn disembowel that pompous child beater.

Not Ser Meryn.

Go on, move it.

And you.

Come on.

Mercy.

Please.

Please, mercy.

Ser Gregor.

Welcome to the capital.

Thank you for riding here so quickly.

You seem to be in good form.

Who am I fighting?

Does it matter?

Could be food.

Could be soldiers.

You shouldn't be sitting out here like this.

Where else to sit?

Tried to walk back to my hut, hurt too much.

Then I remembered they burned my hut down.

Who were "they"?

I stopped asking a while ago.

That's not gonna get better.

Doesn't seem so.

A bad way to go.

Haven't you had enough?

Of what?

I know.

Time to go.

Take matters into my own hands.

The thought has occurred to me.

So why go on?

Habit.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Maybe nothing is worse than this.

Nothing isn't better or worse than anything.

Nothing is just nothing.

Who are you?

My name is Arya.

Arya Stark.

You her father?

Her captor.

Bringing her to her aunt for ransom.

A fair exchange, that is.

Always held to the notion of fair exchange in all my dealings.

You give me, I give you.

Fair.

A balance.

No balance anymore.

Could I have a drink?

Dying is thirsty work.

Wish it were wine.

So do I.

That's where the heart is.

That's how you kill a man.

The f*ck you doing?

There's a price on your head.

Guess that's what the king does when you tell him to f*ck off.

The king's dead.

He drank poisoned wineat his own wedding.

The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers.

100 silver stags.

And you thought you were going to collect it?

Didn't think very hard, did you?

You were Yoren's prisoners when he was taking me to the Wall.

He told me he'd f*ck me bloody with a stick.

This day's really not working out the way you planned.

He on your little list?

He can't be.

I don't know his name.

What's your name?

Rorge.

Thank you.

You're learning.

Rangers returning!

They return!

Rangers returning!

Greetings.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

All right, Jon?

Welcome back, brother.

Lord Snow.

This is no place for wild beasts.

Lock him away

or I'll let Hobb throw him in tonight's stew.

Come on, Ghost.

Mance's army was closing in on Craster's Keep when we left.

We saw their campfires from Osric's Hill.

They'll reach the Wall before the next full moon.

I'm surprised you didn't ride over and say hello.

The King-beyond-the-Wall is your old friend, isn't he?

We need to prepare.

We've been preparing.

We should seal the tunnel.

Plug it with rocks and ice.

Flood it and let it freeze.

And how would we range north?

We wouldn't.

- Coward.

You would cut off our legs, pluck out our eyes, leave us cowering behind the Wall hoping for the storm to pass?

We can't defend the gate against 100,000 men.

This castle has stood for thousands of years.

The Night's Watch has defended her for thousands of years.

And in all those centuries, we have never sealed the tunnel.

Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser?

I have.

The tunnel's gate won't stop them.

The bars on those gates are four inches thick.

Cold-rolled steel.

And they won't stop them.

Remind me which order you belong to, Lord Snow.

The stewards.

Are the stewards responsible for maintaining the tunnel?

Who would that be?

The builders.

Ah, the builders.

First Builder Yarwyck, Lord Snow here recommends sealing the tunnel, leaving us unable to carry out our duties as sworn brothers of the Night's Watch.

Do you agree with him?

Given your deep knowledge of the wildling army, Lord Snow, you and Tarly will take night duties atop the Wall until the full moon.

Moving on.

First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels of pitch brought atop the wall.

Aye.

My lord.

You have new clothes.

Do you like 'em?

Gloves are doeskin.

Softer than a virgin's thighs.

I sent for you days ago.

I've been a bit busy.

Doing what?

My lonesome bachelor days are over.

I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Lollys Stokeworth?

She doesn't strike meas your sort of girl.

I wouldn't say I had a single sort of girl.

She's dim-witted.

If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.

When my sister arranged this love match, did she mention that Lollys has an older sister?

Falyse.

Aye, I did know about the older sister.

And you understand the rules of inheritance?

Falyse is 40 and barren.

She still gets Castle Stokeworth when her father dies.

She does.

Unless she happens to perish before her father.

Then Lollys gets the castle.

What? Ladies fall from their horses and snap their pretty necks all the time.

You and my sister deserve each other.

Why did you bother to come here?

You once said if anyone ever asked me to sell you out, you'd double their price.

Is it two wives you want or two castles?

One of each will do.

But if you want me to kill the Mountain for you, it'd better be a damn big castle.

I'm a bit short on castles at the moment.

But I can offer you gold and gratitude.

I have gold.

What can I buy with gratitude?

You might be surprised.

A Lannister always pays his debts.

Your sister's a Lannister, too.

My wife is heir to Winterfell.

If I emerge from this with my head still on my shoulders, I may one day rulethe North in her name.

I could carve you out a big piece of it.

If and may and could.

It's bloody cold up north.

Lollys is soft and warm.

And close.

If I gave you the choice between f*cking Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your britches down and your cock out before I could blink.

Does he frighten you so much?

I'd be a bloody fool if he didn't frighten me.

He's freakish big and freakish strong.

And quicker than you'd expect for a man of that size.

Maybe I could take him, dance around until he's so tired of hacking at me, he dropped his sword, get him off his feet somehow.

But one misstep...

...and I'm dead.

Why should I risk it?

Because you're my friend.

Aye, I'm your friend.

And when have you ever risked your life for me?

I like you, pampered little sh1t that you are.

I just like myself more.

I understand.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

Why are you sorry?

Because you're an evil b*st*rd with no conscience and no heart?

That's what I liked aboutyou in the first place.

We had some good days together.

Yes, we did.

What will you do?

I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself.

Won't that make for a great song?

I hope to hear them sing it one day.

How did you get in here?

Your door is well guarded, but your window is not.

I swam to an island a mile offshore for these.

Don't do that again.

Never met a woman who didn't like wildflowers.

These are my private quarters.

If I want you here, I will summon you.

Forgive me, my queen. I live to serve you.

Tell me why you're here.

I came to ask a favor.

I only have two talents in this world-- war and women.

You are staying herein Meereen to rule.

That is a wise decision.I respect it.

But here in Meereen, I cannot pursue my talents.

I've ordered the Second Sons to patrol the streets to stop the revenge killing.

You've ordered us to be night watchmen.

And as for women, there are thousands in Meereen you can pursue.

There is only one, and she does not want me.

You swore me your sword.

My sword is yours till the day I die.

So if I command you to stay in Meereen and patrol the streets?

I'll stay in Meereen and patrol the streets.

Send me to kill your enemies.

Any enemy anywhere.

Let me do what I do best.

Very well.

Do what you do best.

Take off your clothes.

Come in, my queen.

Please.

I didn't mean to disturb you, my lady.

You could never disturb me.

I just wanted to speak with you before we left.

Could you bring me that vial over there?

The blue one.

No, no, no.

Not that one.

You don't even want to touch that one.

Next to it.

That's the one.

When I looked into the flames this morning, the Lord spoke to me.

He said, "Tonight, you will have your last good bath in a long while. Make it count."

A joke.

Not a very good one, I'm afraid.

It was. I-- humor isn't my strength.

That's because most jokes are lies and you're devoted to the truth.

If they're lies, my lady, aren't they best avoided?

Not always.

Most of these powders and potions are lies.

Deceptions to make men think they witnessed our Lord's power.

Once they step into his light, they will see the lie for what it was-- a trick that lead them to the truth.

A pinch of this powderin a bonfire will send a flaming column screaming towards the sky.

And this one creates a black smoke that will make the bravest man piss himself with fear.

And a drop of this in any man's wine will drive him wild with lust.

Did you use it with Stannis?

Don't be upset.

Men never crave what they already have.

It's only flesh.

It needs what it needs.

No act done in service of the Lord can ever be called a sin.

I thank God every day for bringing you to us.

And Stannis to you.

He wants to bring Shireen with us.

I think that would be ill-advised.

My daughter has heretical tendencies, as you're well aware.

I don't know if her doubt is real or simply meant to spite me, but whichever the case, she should stay home.

I understand how you feel.

But that is impossible.

You don't need powders and potions, my queen.

You don't need lies.

You are strong enough to look into the Lord's light and see his truth for yourself.

However harsh it is.

However hard for us to understand.

You don't need my help, but I will need yours soon.

When we set sail, your daughter must be with us.

The Lord needs her.

Jorah the Andal.

Are you here to see our queen?

She's in a good mood.

Khaleesi.

You're here early.

Later than some.

You don't approve?

It's not a question of approval, it's a question of trust.

You neither approve nor trust.

Why would I?

The man's a sellsword.

Didn't you fight for the Golden Company before pledging your sword to my brother?

I did.

I trust you.

Daario Naharis killed his captains and dumped their heads at your feet when he grew tired of their commands.

How could you ever have faith in a man like that?

I could never have faith in a man like Daario.

That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai.

You have?

I have.

Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control.

That is why I've ordered Daario to execute every master in Yunkai.

The masters tear babies from their mothers' arms.

They mutilate little boys by the thousands.

They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men.

They treat men like beasts, as you said yourself.

Herding the masters into pens and slaughtering them by the thousands is also treating men like beasts.

The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known.

If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them.

And repay the slavers with what? Kindness?

A fine?

A stern warning?

It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, all of them, but there's good and evil on both sides in every war ever fought.

Let the priests argue over good and evil.

Slavery is real.

I can end it.

I will end it.

And I will end those behind it.

I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi.

And now you are helping me show them to freedom.

I wouldn't be here to help you if Ned Stark had done to me what you want to do to the masters of Yunkai.

The man who came to me the other day about burying his father.

Hizdahr zo Loraq?

He will accompany the Second Sons and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai.

He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen.

He will explain the choice they have before them.

They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.

Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves.

Tell him I changed my mind.

Yes, Khaleesi.

Tell him you changed my mind.

Rat c**ts.

f*cking whore.

You're doing it wrong.

You need to burn away that horrible bit there.

Otherwise it's gonnaget infected and fester.

I know you don't like fire, but if you don't do it right--

No fire.

It'll only take a second.

It won't hurt that much.

No fire!

Shut up about it.

Shut up about everything.

Thanks to you, I'm a walking bag of silver anywhere the Lannisters hold sway.

Which is everywhere between where we are now and where we're going.

I'm as stupid as that hog you stuck back in the village, getting myself cut and stabbed and bitten.

No reward is worth this much trouble.

Wish I'd never laid eyes on you.

You say your brother gave you that sword.

My brother gave me this.

It was just like you said a while back.

Pressed me to the fire like I was a nice juicy mutton chop.

Thought I stole one of his toys.

I didn't steal it. I was just playing with it.

The pain was bad.

The smell was worse.

But the worst thing was that it was my brother who did it.

My father, who protected him... told everyone my bedding caught fire.

You think you're on your own?

Let me wash it out and help you sew it up at least.

Bit of comfort never hurt anyone.

We've been sleeping in ditches the last few weeks.

I think we can treat ourselves to a featherbed for the night and a hot meal not cooked by you.

Couldn't agree more, my lady.

Just don't start expecting silk underclothes.

Not working for your former lord any longer.

Yes, my lady.

Don't get drunk.

No, my lady.

Can I get you anything else?

No, this will do nicely, thank you.

Kidney pie is wonderful.

Thanks.

I do my best.

A good kidney pie is all about the ingredients.

Flour, lard, water, eggs, milk.

Easy enough.

But the meat, peacetime or not, getting your hands on a good bottom round steak and calves' kidneys is not easy.

I mean, some people settle for plain old beef kidneys.

Got no right to cook anything, them.

Oh, and the gravy.

Don't get me started on the gravy.

Very difficult to get right.

See, a lot of peoplegive up on the gravy.

You cannot give up on the gravy.

No gravy, no pie.

Simple as that.

That's nice armor.

Are you a knight?

Oh, it's just people with armor are usually knights.

Generally speaking. From King's Landing, though, aren't you?

From there myself originally.Flea Bottom born and bred.

What brings you to these parts?

We're looking for someone.

Someone in particular?

Maybe they came in here.

A lot of people come in here.

Just the other day we had --

A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty.

Her name is Sansa Stark, but she may be using a different name.

Starks?

What, like them lot from "Winterhell"?

No, ain't seen anyone like that.

I heard they was all traitors.

Don't need no traitors in here.

I pledged my life totheir mother Catelyn Stark.

I swore to her I'd bring her daughters home.

Sure I can't get you a bit more kidney pie?

What?

It's nothing, my lady.

You wouldn't be screwing your face up like that if it was nothing.

Don't want to offend, my lady.

Truly, I don't.

You're not interesting enough to be offensive.

The Lannisters want Lady Sansa.

The Lannisters have money.

People kill for money.

I don't think we should be telling people we're searching for Lady Sansa.

My lady. My lord.

Could I have a word?

What about? Not kidney pie.

You seem like a proper lady.

Someone who could be trusted.

I never met no Sansa Stark.

But I know her sister...

Arya.

No one's seen Arya Stark since her father was beheaded.

She's presumed dead.

She weren't when I last spoke to her.

When was that? - Heading up north withthe Night's Watch.

She was all dressed up as a boy.

Like your ladyship, only without the armor.

Going by the name Arry.

So what happened to her?

Well--

The quick version.

The Lannisters took us prisoner.

We escaped.

The Brotherhood took us prisoner.

They sold me to the innkeep.

They were gonna sell Aryato her mother at Riverrun along with another prisoner.

Big ugly fellow. Foul mouth and a face like a half-burnt ham.

Not friendly.

The Hound.

That's the one.

If you find her, could you give her this?

She liked the last one I gave her, but, well, this one turned out better.

Um, you were saying?

Her mother's dead, grandfather's dead, Walder Frey is the new lord of Riverrun.

The Brotherhood isn't going to Riverrun.

They'll take her to the Eyrie, my lady.

Why the Eyrie?

Her aunt, Lysa Arryn.

Catelyn Stark's sister.

She's Arya's last living relative with money.

She hates the Lannisters.

Lord Tyrion made sure I knew which house married which and who hated who.

Sansa could be there, too.

Aye, my lady.

Could be.

You sure about this?

I imagined you'd be back at the brothel at this hour.

I did spend some time with an absolutely stunning blonde the other day.

Mm, do tell.

I've got every kind of filth down here except the kind I like.

Your sister.

Cersei approached me.

We spoke a great dealabout her daughter.

How worried your sister is about her.

She was tryingvery hard to pretend she had not cometo sway me against you.

I think she may have evenbelieved it herself.

Making honest feelings do dishonest work is one of her many gifts.

It was difficult for her to hide her true intentions.

It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters.

She desperately wants to see you killed.

She didn't need to bother you.

It looks as though I've taken care of that myself.

The joy she will feel when my head leaves my neck.

She's wanted this for a long time.

Yes, I know.

We met, you and I.

Many years ago.

I think I would have remembered that.

Unlikely.

You had just been born.

Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him on a visit to Casterly Rock.

My first time away from Dorne.

I didn't like anything about the Rock.

Not the food, not the weather, not your accents.

Nothing.

But the biggest disappointment... you.

You and my family have more in common than you might admit.

The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister.

A head twicethe size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy.

That would have made things so much easier.

When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us.

Every day we would ask.

Every day she would say, "Soon."

Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak.

Your head was a bit large.

Your arms and legswere a bit small, but no claw.

No red eye.

No tail between your legs.

Just a tiny pink cock.

We didn't try to hideour disappointment.

"That's not a monster,"I told Cersei.

"That's just a baby."

And she said,"He killed my mother."

And she pinchedyour little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off.

Until your brothermade her stop.

"It doesn't matter,"she told us.

"Everyone says he will die soon.

I hope they are right.

He should nothave lived this long."

Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants.

And what about what I want?

Justice for my sister and her children.

If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place.

I disagree.

I've come to the perfect place.

I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice.

And all those who have wronged me are right here.

I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane, who killed my sister's children and then raped her with their blood still on his hands before killing her, too.

I will be your champion.

Hello, Robin.

What are you doing?

I'm building my home, Winterfell.

At least I think I am.

I haven't been back there in a very long time.

Why did you leave?

It's a long story.

I stay here in the Eyrie.

Mother says it's dangerous on the roads and I have to keep myself safe because I'm the Lord of the Vale and the Lord of the Vale is a very important person.

Yes, you certainly are.

When will you go back?

Probably never.

My family doesn't live there anymore and someone burned it down.

Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's not high up in the mountains.

It's down on the ground.

That sounds dangerous.

How do you make people fly?

We don't.

What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like?

I never did anything with them at all.

Girls didn't take part in that where I came from.

Well, I'm Lord of the Vale.

When I grow up, I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me.

Or you.

When we get married, you can tell me if you don't like somebody and then we can bring them back here and, whoosh!

Right through the Moon Door.

I like the sound of that.

Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell.

All right.

It can go in here in this big tower.

Careful.

You've ruined it.

Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing.

I didn't ruin it.

You did.

It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door.

I was fixing it.

Knocking things down isn't fixing them.

It's ruining them.

I didn't ruin it!

You're being stupid.

I didn't ruin it!

Robin, I'm sorry, I-- Children.

I hit him.

Yes, I saw.

I shouldn't have done that.

No, his mother should have a long time ago.

Consider it a step in the right direction.

If he tells Aunt Lysa...

Let me worry about Aunt Lysa.

I was trying to remember what everything looked like.

I'll never see it again.

A lot can happen between now and never.

If you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.

Why did you really kill Joffrey?

Tell me why.

I loved your mother more than you could ever know.

Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who've hurt the ones we love?

In a better world, one where love could overcome strength and duty, you might have been my child.

But we don't live in that world.

You're more beautiful than she ever was.

Lord Baelish...

Call me Petyr.

You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?

Come here, Sansa.

Do you know how far the fall is?

Neither do I, precisely.

Hundreds of feet.

It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height.

The impact breaks them right apart.

Like eggs dropped on the floor.

Sometimes pieces remain intact.

You'll find the head sitting on its own.

Every hair in place.

Blue eyes staring at nothing.

I know what you did.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa.

I never should have hit Robin, I know it.

I promise it won't happen--

Don't be coy with me, you little whore.

You kissed him.

You kissed Petyr.

I didn't. You don't understand.

I saw you.

You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes.

He kissed me. I pulled away.

Liar!

Whore! He is mine!

My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they're all dead.

That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me.

Look down!

Look down!

Look down! Look down!

Lysa!

Let her go.

You want her?

This empty-headed child?

Let her go.

She's just like her mother.

She'll never love you.

I lied for you.

I killed for you.

Why did you bring her here? Why?

I'll send her away.

I swear on my life.

I swear to all the gods.

Let her go, Lysa.

Oh, my sweet wife.

My sweet, silly wife.

I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life.

Your sister.

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